Bab 119: 119-Divided We Fall

Chandea, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 48th day of Fall, Arenfall

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"What's happening?!" The silver-haired Commander asked as a loud booming sound followed by a static echoed through the crystal ball. "Can someone—"

Suddenly the ground shook violently.

"The ground is shaking!" A knight shouted from outside the command tent.

Lord Prestonheim held the crystal ball in his hands and tucked his godson into his arms as everything went to a state of panic. Commander Crovar held on the table for a while as the massive earthquake tumbled some of the posts inside the tent.

It took a while for it to finally stop and when it did, the tent already collapsed above them. Lord Prestonheim could hear the panicking squads' shouts and cries as they tried to dig them out of the collapsed structure.