The absolute, deafening command to fire ripped from Jules's throat, echoing with terrifying clarity across the elevated sandstone ridge.
Fifty highly trained artillery captains of the Emerald and Sapphire armies slammed their gloved hands simultaneously onto the glowing blue firing runes etched into the bronze barrels of the Magical Disruptor Cannons. The response was instantaneous and truly breathtaking to behold.
The weapons did not fire with the booming, fiery explosion of traditional gunpowder artillery. Instead, a massive, concussive crack of violently displaced air echoed across the desert, sounding exactly like a colossal whip cracking against the fabric of reality itself. The heavy, enchanted steel carriages of the cannons jerked violently backwards, their complex shock absorbers completely swallowing the massive kinetic recoil.
