"We have to take down whatever's firing these things," I said.
"T…take it down?" Rachel repeated. The shock in her tone was understandable—she'd seen what those fireballs could do, watched them melt through defenses like they were made of paper. The idea of actively hunting whatever was responsible seemed like madness.
I turned to face her fully. "Yeah, otherwise it's never going to stop. It'll keep firing tomorrow, then the day after that, endlessly until this entire place is nothing but ashes and memories." I gestured at the molten hole in our southern barrier, still glowing cherry-red in the darkness. "Look around, Rachel. We can't build defenses fast enough to keep up with that kind of firepower."
