"So… That's what he was doing with those cannons," Blakar muttered. He recalled the hours John had spent hunched over the cannons and generators, watching the cores melt into the metallic surfaces like they met lava. He had harboured doubts, but Reody's explanation finally shed a cold, clear light on the wizardry they had witnessed.
"Regardless of how he does it, he's not stopping," Lanmar interrupted, his voice turning serious.
"And we have to help them! These monsters… They're different at night. They won't send fresh waves from the dens until the daylight falls again. This is our window. It's our time to push the line forward while the spawn rate is throttled and kill as many as we can before the dens reset. I bet this is his plan!"
