Protocol Three!!!
Another guard spoke.
"Sir. This could be - Enemy attack"
He never finished speaking. The captain stepped in first.
"Enough speculation."
He turned sharply.
"Signal protocol three."
A recruit froze.
"Sir, protocol three means - "
"Do it."
The recruit sprinted.
A shape like a curved bone lay still atop wooden carvings inside the high room.
Faint light traced the runes across it.
A tremor ran through his fingers as he took hold of it.
Facing the large hole, he pressed his lips against it.
Poured mana.
And blew.
HONKKKKKKKKKKK -
A roar burst through the air.
A sound tool unlike any you'd usually see.
A sudden blast of sound, magnified by unseen forces, crashing over rooftops before spilling down alleys and shaking stone facades. The noise rolled like thunder caught in a funnel, bending around corners, pressing against windows long after it passed.
Within seconds -
More horns answered.
HONKKK -
HONKKKK -
HONKKKKKK -
