The high ridge groaned like an ancient titan dying in the snow.
A sharp, deafening pitch vibrated through the bedrock as Grand Marshal Kaelen’s industrial drill tore deeper into the northern glacier. High above, the cold grey eyes of the Capital's brilliant strategist watched from the open ramp of his hovering command shuttle, watching the mountain's frozen flank fracture into jagged, terrifying spiderwebs of blue ice.
"The seismic resonance is hitting a critical frequency" Caelen’s frantic voice erupted over our comms, nearly drowned out by the thunderous roar of tearing stone. "Lyra, Gideon, the vibrations are traveling straight down the subterranean fault line. The lower civilian shelters beneath the Citadel are caving in."
Gideon snapped his head toward the northern ridge, his jaw t
