Under the precise control of the Fire Control System, forty heavy shells almost simultaneously blanketed every corner of the small fortress.
Rumble—!!!
Flames shot into the sky, smoke billowed in rolling clouds.
Even aboard the warships twenty kilometers away one could hear the booming thunder, pure violence venting itself and tearing everything above sea level completely to shreds.
The howling hot wind crossed the Sky Sea, tugging at Catherine and Violet's skirts.
But if it were only to this extent, it wouldn't be worth it for Byron and the two Queens to come watch in person.
Just as the first wave of forty explosions finished and the surging Blaze mixed with shrapnel had only just risen, it was driven by some inexplicable Power to recombine, then turned into a bright point of light and blew apart again.
And the area of coverage kept expanding.
