BOOM!
Another explosion rocked the earth, sending a tremor through the wheels of the carriage as it rolled through the massive, vine-covered gates of the Elven Capital.
"The barrier is at 60%," Lyra whispered, her eyes fixed on the sky through the window.
"At this rate, those Twilight bastards will break through before midnight!"
Hearing this, Damien looked up. Above the towering, bioluminescent trees that served as the city's buildings, a massive dome of translucent green light shimmered.
But it wasn't the healthy, vibrant green described in the novel. It was pale, flickering like a dying lightbulb every time a streak of purple magic slammed into it from the outside.
'In the original story, the capital fell because the barrier was sabotaged from the inside,' Damien recalled, his eyes narrowing.
'But this… this is a brute-force siege. The timeline has changed far beyond what I expected.'
"Leona, keep moving," Damien ordered. "Don't stop for anything."
