The projectiles pierced the misty canopy and detonated upon hitting the floor. Pillars of green and orange flame tore through the pine forests.
The sheer heat liquefied the rocky terrain, turning miles of ancient timber into glowing craters of ash and cooling glass. Hidden border outposts splintered under the shockwaves.
The guards stationed in the outer trenches had no time to retreat as the fire washed over their positions, incinerating flesh and steel in seconds.
Kronos shielded his eyes from the blinding glare. 'Nothing can survive a barrage of that scale,' he thought, listening to the echoing booms bouncing off the mountain walls.
But the mist did not dissipate. The psychic fog reacted to the bombardment like a wounded, living organism. The crimson haze surged toward the impact zones and thickened into dense clouds that smothered the alchemical flames completely.
