The battle transformed from desperate assault to organized advance. What had been slaughter became warfare. Demons with foothold fought with efficiency that steady ground enabled.
Artillery positions that had been devastating distant targets became vulnerable to close assault.
Liam didn't stop moving.
[Phase Shift] carried him toward artillery installations, his presence alone forcing their attention away from bridges where demons continued crossing. [Abyssal Scream] projected into clusters of defenders, psychic terror creating openings that conventional soldiers exploited.
An hour of sustained violence.
Hour of killing and being wounded and killing more. Hour of proving that sometimes tactical stupidity became tactical brilliance through sheer refusal to accept mathematics that said assault was too costly.
By the time all five bridges were secured, the Radiant Empire defenders were routed.
