Ryn's eyes tracked the towering stone around him.
"…Why hide with such defenses?" he muttered under his breath.
The walls were massive. Thick slabs of carved rock stood tall and mighty, reinforced with steel. They weren't crude either, every surface was deliberate and made to last.
So why were the dwarves retreating?
The answer came to him a heartbeat later, clear enough to make his stomach sink.
Dwarves, as a race, were builders. They trained their Essence to create, to refine, unlike humans who trained theirs for destruction.
Ryn's gaze lifted instinctively, scanning the upper edges of the walls. He searched for the things that should have been there.
Even anything remotely close to resembling siege weapons, anything at all to defend themselves against the threat.
It should've been there—ballistas, cannons, catapults, just anything meant to repel the horde trying to bust in.
"Aye, it's one of our smaller cities."
Hadrik's voice crept into his mind.
