Brand's view stretched between heaven and earth, vast and elongated, as the spearmen ahead lowered their centers of gravity. Shiny helmets descended in sequence, and long spears rose like they were emerging from a sea of helmets. He vaguely heard Beth's shrill voice like a sea demon, 'Fire—' A volley of feathered arrows passed over their heads, turning into a cloud of black dots that fell in the distance.
The Northern Alliance's ranks resembled a tide of alternating blue and white, generating a series of explosions within. The continuous explosions flashed brightly, while the screeching sounds formed an unbroken barrage. The sharp airstream seemed to cover dozens of meters in an instant, with fragmented metal rings clinking against his armor.
