Late at night, on the sea fortress among the waves, hot and dry breath radiated into the night sky, carrying the scent of ash and sulfur.
Terrible scars crisscrossed the small town behind the fortress, and several blocks had already collapsed under the assault of Asgard's weapons during the daytime and had caught on fire.
The scent of blood was wafted by the flames, hanging thick in the air. Even in the middle of the night, there were still laborers on the wall working overtime to repair the cracks in it.
The side of the wall facing out had already been completely burned. The alloy coated outer shell had melted, and molten steel flowed and coagulated, forming unpleasant veins of what looked like sludge.
Sometimes they used hammers to pry off the dried sludge off of the stone, and could then see the lava slurry that had not yet congealed inside.
As for what lay beneath the wall, it was completely unrecognizable.