Vlad saw the alarm sigils echoing across the vast fortress with immense power, casting violent streaks of light through the night. Beneath him, he could feel the tremor of tens of thousands of Voroe soldiers surging through the streets, disciplined, relentless, ready to fight and die for their cause.
And yet, he smiled.
A heartbeat later, his figure vanished, reappearing high above the stronghold. From that vantage, the night itself seemed to split apart. Explosions thundered across the horizon, each one a blinding flare that devoured towers and walls alike. The ground convulsed as energy cores ruptured in a chain reaction, a storm of fire and shrieking metal that consumed the fortress's defensive grid in a single sweeping instant.
He had not been the only infiltrator.
