The roar of those atmospheric guns rolls across the night, echoing in his skull, and the shrieks and rumbles of those hellish things being disintegrated in their pits far below the earth. Green lights in the hazy distance, the chemical fog illuminated by fire, and he knows that all this ordinance, this vicious barrage, will only assuage them for a while. They’ll keep coming, that demonic, chittering horde, and there is nothing their heavenbound weapons can do to stop them.
Paddy Dobson
5th February 2024