The Devil's Broken Doll
Another wave of Emberflame pressed forward, and the western barrier arc on the projection thinned at its seam, the ward geometry straining like bone under too much weight.
A commander swallowed. “My lord, the vanguard is—”
“I can see it,” Apollo replied, quietly, and his Devilfire tightened under his skin like a fist.
He could see it all.
The black-glass ground cracked and smoked where Emberfire struck it. Infernal beasts barrelled through the gaps, horned and plated, their claws throwing up shards of vitrified stone that glittered briefly before turning to ash. Winged devils fell from the sky, trailing red blood that steamed when it hit the ground. Lesser hellspawn burst apart under Embersp
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