The Syndicate army advanced in perfect formation, three hundred soldiers moving like a single organism, siege equipment rolling forward, and at the front the two A-Rank commanders walking with casual confidence.
Luthra stood on the main wall, Khorvash to his left and Misha to his right, behind them six hundred defenders waited for orders.
"Let them get within range of our traps," he said calmly, "no one fires until I give the signal."
The army crossed the one-mile marker, then half a mile, entering the zone where Jako had set up his elaborate trap network.
Luthra raised his hand, waiting, watching.
When the front ranks reached the quarter-mile mark, he dropped his hand.
"Now."
Jako triggered the traps simultaneously.
The ground erupted in a hundred different places, pit traps opened swallowing soldiers, tripwires activated explosive charges, hidden crossbows fired from concealed positions, and earthen spikes burst up from below.
