With a thunderous crash of blinding white light and crushed black stone, Heaven’s Measure drove its packed blade ring straight through the granite overhang and into the center of the dark rock recess. All three main pale blades struck the same five-foot circle of rock at the same time. It was backed by the full spinning weight of the lower returning hub upslope. The ancient granite top door beam that had sheltered the eight defenders for the past three watches shattered like dry pottery under a maul, imploding inward in a roaring avalanche of split boulders, frozen mud, and snapped frost.
Ten paces to the west along the cliff seam, Seyun crouched beside Ilyra in front of Nara Soth and Hall Mistress Soran. She held his plain ash staff angled across his shoulder to turn aside the flying hail of stone shrapnel. Down at the southern junction lip, Keth Or shielded Vaska Ren with his armored back while Bel Sar used the four-foot leftover piece of his Ash Reed staff to bat a tumbling dark rock block away from their knees. Over behind the surviving outer eastern stone support prop, Daro Kesh kept his head tucked below the blast wave with his chipped short sword held close to his chest.
