Sir Amiran, one of the exalted Knights of the great clan Valor, was standing on top of a newly constructed dormitory tower, looking at the expanse of the city below. There was a long stretch of industrial buildings between him and the looming barrier of the defensive wall that protected the siege capital from the ravages of the Chain of Nightmares.
There were plenty of civilian shelters and dormitories, too — with the start of the evacuation, even industrial areas like this one had been put to use, accommodating numerous refugees.
The refugees were moving far below him like tiny ants. The thunderous booms of firing railguns did not seem to spoil their moods… after months of continuous siege, the people must have grown used to its clamor.
Knight Amiran grimaced.
"...Collateral damage will be high."
