But before she could do that, from the center of the moonlit ridge, a man walked forward.
Tall. Broad shoulders. His bare arms were carved muscle wrapped in blackened steel. He raised one hand and gestured, looking as if pulling on invisible strings.
And, to Rynne's great shock, the earth beneath him answered instantly as it groaned and then rolled. The hill shifted backward, dragging its siege engines with it as though they were part of its flesh.
Fujimori squads rushed to pursue whatever this strange, magical creation was.
The man standing on top of it might've controlled it to move away from the Fujimori line, but he didn't retreat in panic. He moved with intent.
