*Bang! *Bang!
*Vrrrrrrrrr!
The sound was sharp, almost agonizing to the ear—like an endless chorus of glass being splintered apart under the weight of an unseen hammer.
Each crack in the great dome echoed through the battlefield as the shield-piercing artillery roared without pause, hurling shells with a merciless rhythm that felt less like a battle and more like the slow, inevitable crushing of will.
*Bang! *Bang! *Bang! *BOOM!
"FIRE! DESTROY THAT DAMN SHIELD!"
Every blast rippled across the shimmering barrier, jagged lines of strain racing outward like fractures in fragile crystal.
It went on and on.
*BANG! *BANG!
"Keep Firing!"
"It'll break sooner or later!"
Relentless.
*BOOM!
Unforgiving.
The metallic thunder of the artillery rolled over the field in ceaseless waves, drowning out lesser sounds, leaving only the language of war to speak for them all.
To some, that sound was the drumbeat of their doom—an omen that death was drawing closer with every volley.
