The sky opens.
Hundreds of wind-forged arrows rain down like a divine tempest, screaming through the air with piercing shrieks. They slam into the outer ring of Zugan Town—rooftops shatter, watchtowers collapse, monsters are impaled mid-step. A row of armored figures vanishes in the blast as wind detonations ripple outward from each impact, throwing debris and limbs skyward.
Panic erupts inside the perimeter.
Screams. Alarm horns. Shouts in monstrous tongues. Formation lines crumble. Patrols scatter to react—too late.
From the ridge, Gresren sees the opportunity and doesn't hesitate.
"Shield wall! MOVE!"
He roars the command, and ten thousand boots thunder into motion behind him. The first five lines bring their tower shields to the front, snapping into a tight formation with a boom of steel against earth.
"Break their footing!" Gresren yells, his sword rising high. "Tier 5: Earthline Surge—go!"
