VWWOOOM!
The sound was absolute. It swallowed the roar of the magma vents and the screams of the falling Legionnaires.
A beam of pure, concentrated Void Energy, thick as a tree trunk and dark as a starless night, erupted from Warden Krog's arm cannon.
"HOLD!" General Thorgar roared.
He didn't try to dodge. On a suspension bridge, there is nowhere to dodge.
He slammed the Bulwark of the Mountain into the floor plates, crouching behind the massive slab of Adamantite.
BOOM!
The beam collided with the shield.
The impact was terrifying. Thorgar's boots dug furrows into the metal deck as he was pushed back inch by inch. The Adamantite groaned, glowing red-hot from the friction of the Void energy trying to erase it.
"He's… heavy!" Thorgar gritted out, veins bulging on his neck. Even with the mana-stimulants, his emaciated body was screaming.
"Keep it steady, you old rock!" Brokk shouted, taking cover behind Thorgar.
Brokk leaned out and fired his Magitech Rifle.
BANG! BANG!
