The last large beast fell near the outer wall.
It had forced its way past the spear line and reached the stones below the ridge. Han’s soldiers had drawn it away from the gate, but each step brought it closer to the wall. It struck the stones with both fists. The wall shuddered. A jagged piece of shell broke loose and stuck between two blocks.
“Hold the line,” Han called. “No one approach the wall until the creature is down.”
The archers moved to the higher platform. Their first arrows struck the shell along the back, where the blue light ran in narrow threads. The beast raised its head toward them. Yan saw the opening under its jaw.
He performed Blood Ignition and felt the familiar rise of vitality. The method moved through him without resistance. His body welcomed the strength, while the bruises at his shoulder and side stayed sore. He reached the beast as it turned toward the archers and struck its shoulder to shift its aim.
The impact rang through the shell. The creature swung at him. Yan slipped around the blow and retreated toward the trench. The beast followed, stepping over the fallen stones. Han’s chain team caught its rear leg and pulled it sideways. Two spear soldiers jabbed at the joint under its forearm.
