A battering ram slammed into the gates of the Northern Reach outpost.
Dust and plaster rained down over the tactical map spread across the podium. Not even flinching, I kept my hand pinned to the perimeter grid. My eyes tracked the flickering red flares along the eastern palisade.
"He's gotten desperate," I said. "Alexander knows the Ironclaw alliance cut his trade lines permanently. He's no longer trying to hold Northern Reach."
My eyes narrowed. "So now, he’s trying to slaughter the garrison before Diego’s main flank can turn back from the summit."
Miguel racked the bolt of his rifle, his face grim under the flashing red alarm beacons. "Silas is commanding the breach team himself. He brought sixty vanguard enforcers and broad-head incendiaries. They’ve already breached the outer tre
