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- What lay on that table, though, commanded my attention and refused to release it. It recognized the bare bones of the artefact, because I’d once seen in Salia: a wooden pillar half a foot wide and seven long, crisscrossed by rods of copper.... I limped closer to the pillar, ignoring the discomfort of standing so near something that gave off Light like it was some kind of preachy handmade sun, and had a look at the bottom.
- - Book 7, Chapter 51: Arsenal
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- Obeying my order without ever having heard it, the Blessed Artificer at least unleashed the wonder she had crafted in Salia and refined over the months since: the Ram. It was impossible for me to miss it. The wooden pillar sheathed in copper caught the morning sun as it was dragged onto the platform we’d raised for it, then aimed at the wall before us.
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- Spinning and screaming, the Ram hit Keter’s wall like the very wrath of the Heavens. Light flared, blinding and burning as the Ram fought to pierced into the rampart, and I caught sight of spurts of stone flying like drops of water before I was forced to look away.
- Just in time, for the explosion that followed was powerful enough its breath sent tents flying behind us.
- Shielding my eye with my palm more by habit than need, I risked a look at the rampart and let out a shocked breath.
- “Merciless Gods,” I whispered.
- The wall had been savaged. Miles of stone had been slagged down to the foundation, the melted remains trickling down the edge of the cliff and into the drop. The streets behind the wall had been ravaged by broken and heated chunks of stone, looking as if a rain of sharpers had been dropped across them, and though I could see soldiers swarming the sheer amount of damage was staggering.
- - Book 7, Chapter 57: Dawn
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