The ground shook, and as a terrifying roar thundered above the two armies, dust spilled from between the great stone blocks that formed the wall. Atop the battlements, many of the soldiers lost their balance and fell, dropping their weapons. Below, on the battlefield, the horses of Irian's cavalry buckled in fear, making the riders curse as they struggled to remain in the saddle.
The infantrymen gripped their weapons, looking around with startled and frightened expressions.
Only a few people remained calm and collected, but even their expressions turned grim.
The Altar Sage, the Blade of Dawn, and the Beast of Twilight — the three Transcendent heroes looked around, momentarily forgetting about their conflict.
"W—what the hell?"
Noctis peered into the distance, where a massive hill was slowly crumbling. His voice sounded subdued.
Shadow, meanwhile, was leaning leisurely on the wall of a guard tower, his expression just as calm as it had always been.
He shrugged lightly.
