Alkhemia possessed a towering city gate, thirty meters tall and forged entirely of steel. It weighed over a thousand tons. This gate was the symbol of Alkhemia, as well as its most formidable line of defense. Countless arcane sigils were engraved upon its surface, capable of negating nearly any form of attack.0

To breach it, one would first have to exhaust every last reserve of magical energy stored within the city. Otherwise, all assaults would be nullified by the gate's layered magical defenses.0

Individually, alchemists might not amount to much on the battlefield, but their creations more than made up for it. Even if Gareth charged forward at full strength, he would not be able to so much as shake the gate.0

And yet, at that very moment, the supposedly impregnable gate was slowly opening. Gears interlocked and ground against one another, producing a thunderous toll like the ringing of a colossal bell.0

James Watson strode through the gate with his paladin legion, his expression dark and grim.0

He knew he had...0