Chaos.
For a single, stunned moment, the entire Eastern Garrison was frozen in absolute chaos.
Soldiers on the battlements stared at the twisted, smoking remains of their main gate. They stared at the lone figure standing amidst the destruction.
Their minds simply could not process what they had just witnessed.
Their gate, a symbol of Heptarchy might, a structure that had stood for fifty years, had been obliterated.
By one man.
In the command center, the triumphant fury on Commander Vess's face had been replaced by a look of stunned disbelief.
The officers around her were pale, their mouths hanging open.
"Impossible..." someone whispered.
That one word broke the spell.
Panic was replaced by rage. The training of the Heptarchy soldiers kicked in.
"FIRE!" a commander on the wall s
