The dark blood of the Mythic beast pooled on the dirt displayed within the scrying glass. Leo watched the dust settle around the canyon walls while he calculated the cost of the engagement. The math was staggering in its simplicity.
Malakor had spent a massive fortune to summon that iron scaled monster. The beast required daily systemic upkeep and constant magical tethering just to exist in the mortal plane. The cartel boss had deployed it as an expensive flex of divine authority.
The pneumatic ballista had cost zero points of faith to fire.
Balthazar built the artillery piece using local mountain ore and river water. The explosive kinetic force relied entirely on mortal engineering and basic thermodynamics. The Syndicate had just slaughtered a systemic nightmare using scrap metal and b
