The Lore of the Evermen (Evermen Saga, #4)

by James Maxwell

Rogan’s eyes widened and blood drained from his face as he saw the unthinkable happen. The Wall, that great gray presence never absent from view at any quarter of Seranthia, began to wobble. Slowly, inexorably, the indomitable height of stone began to fall forward. Soldiers cried out as they saw the unfolding destruction. Time slowed and Rogan’s awareness became heightened as the Wall tumbled forward, and now its own weight pulled it down, speeding toward the ground, and with a mighty roar of crashing stone and tumbling earth, it fell. The soldiers pressed their hands to their ears as the fall of stone covered all other sound. The ground heaved beneath Rogan’s feet and dust rose in an all-encompassing cloud, covering the entire city. In front of Rogan and the men who stood with him, the gates simply fell away, vanishing into the swells of dust and vaporized stone. Rogan saw the kalif of the Hazarans struggle to control his stallion as it reared again and again. Finally, Ilathor got his mount under control. As Rogan tried to make sense of it, he realized what they’d done. It was a terrible risk—and a great victory. Even as the fall crushed the swarming horde, the city’s primary defense was gone.