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Look, look to the sky, to the ground. To the very buildings that towered over your walls.  Over the walls that held the only hope of your people. A need so great.

Yet there was nothing but a flimsy barrier that held your airspace. A thing that could not be called anything but useless.

The mana that it took, the hundreds of hours of devotion. It would all fall to the hands of superior fire.

In the end, it did not matter the lack of people that they held, nor their sturdiness, it mattered not what they were. Only that they were above the barrier. 

BANG-NG

An explosion, a mainstay of the town at the moment. A target too obvious and tempting for those that looked to gloss over.

Over the rolling hills, over our defenses and watchful vigils came vehicles and ordinances. Heavy artillery and bombs alike.