"O Heavenly Father, may Thou have mercy on my soul."
*****
The ceaseless, soniferous roar of artillery fire made it difficult to tell whether they were swaying from the impacts against the hull of the flying battleship, or merely from the chaotic winds that could tear mountains from the earth. The armored plating should shield them from the bombardment, or so they hoped. Then again, perhaps the mothership itself was the cause of its own wailing and trembling, as heavy boots of leather and metal clanked against the upper decks where they sat. The gun battery beneath the hull, directly below them, made it hard to remain standing without constantly bracing themselves with mana.
The sound of those turrets firing upon the enemy was quite frightening. Sadly, there was not much they could do but sit on the metal-plated floor and wait for their orders. The massive white magic circle was the only source of illumination in the room where they were all huddled, yet it proved sufficient.
