Lincoln's POV:
The dawn was blow out by the first explosionm
Stone and dust poured down the tower walls as the barrier burst in a shriek of lightning. It was push back; my ears were ringing, and ash filled my lungs as I try to breath. As I got up, the sky was bleeding—crimson veins seeping through the dome that shielding the capital.
I slip to the window. Across the plains, the Legion flooded in like a tide of living night—thousands of forms flounder in the mist, armor glinting with strands of red fire. My fingers tremble around the hilt of the Chrono-Forge. I could almost sense the Curse Blood under my skin, thumping in beat with the enemy's advance.
Not now. Not yet.
"Lincoln!" Sky bellow came from the courtyard below. "To the ramparts!"
I ran down the stairs fast. Smoke curled
