Chapter 515

The night burned.

Flames danced across the trench walls as the first wave of orc fire charges struck. Bundles of soft, black, and very flameable Bufas fruits were hurled from beyond the fog. Some struck dirt and fizzled. Others burst into sheets of flame, igniting crates, tents, and unfortunate soldiers alike.

Captain Braedon swore as he sprinted along the northern causeway, ducking falling embers. The entire trench line glowed orange, casting twisted shadows that writhed like demons. Screams echoed through the smoke…men screaming not from wounds, but from confusion, fire, and fear.

"They're trying to set the whole line ablaze!" Lieutenant Marcus yelled from the nearest fire post. "We've got barrels popping…our powder's next!"

Braedon didn't hesitate. "Flood the munitions cache! Pull water from the latrines if you have to! Just get it done!"

Runners vanished into the haze, shouting orders as chaos spread.

Then came the second horror.