Ten days had passed since the sky turned black.
Jack stood at the edge of Sorne's central square, his arms crossed, watching earth magic reshape reality.
Beneath his feet, he felt the grinding of stone against stone as structures prepared to breach the surface.
Loryn stood fifty yards underneath Jack, his hands raised, shadows writhing around his arms. Dark magic poured from him in visible waves.
The garrison emerged first.
Stone rising from the earth like a leviathan breaching the ocean surface. Walls materialized section by section, reinforced walls designed to withstand siege engines and magical assault.
Guard towers sprouted at various interval points, each one topped with crenellations. The structure was massive, capable of housing five hundred soldiers with room for training yards, armories, and command facilities.
The magic towers followed.
