But before the order could be given, the mist stirred again. From the same abyssal shadow, another massive fist surged forth, descending with terrible speed. It carried with it a force that made the very air scream, and for a moment the fortress seemed dwarfed beneath its sheer scale.
"FIRE!" Cleo's command thundered through the halls.
The rail cannon unleashed its fury. A blinding lance of energy ripped from the weapon's mouth, so bright it tore through the fog like a newborn sun. The recoil shook Cleopatra to her core, rattling every wall and sending ripples through the shield.
The shot met the descending fist head-on, followed by a collision of power that lit the battlefield in white fire, shattering the suffocating darkness in an instant.
The rail cannon's shot was strong enough to tear through a dreadnought and shred its defenses as though they were paper. But this time, its brilliance faltered.
