The sky burned silver.
*VWHOOM-SHYYYYNNNG!*
*FOOOOM-CRRRYSH!*
Blinding beams of moonlit destruction slammed against the city walls. Each impact sent tremors rippling through the magically reinforced stone, loosening brick and mortar, leaving deep scars upon the fortifications. Near the impact points, some lionkin warriors were flung back.
Many that came into direct contact disintegrated, their bodies becoming nothing but ash thanks to the flashes of moonlight. Only the mightiest of Var'Zhul's elite warriors could survive these immensely powerful charged-up cannon attacks hitting them, but even they would suffer minor injuries. The run-of-the-mill footsoldier had no chance of survival.
