Siliva, leader of the Tereïn clan, and her brother had been tasked with commanding the long-range assault team. Their catapults already roared, but their true pride lay in a giant crossbow mounted on a massive cart. Forged by the expert hands of dwarves and engraved with elven runes by their clan's mages, the weapon was a perfect marriage of brute force and refined magic. Its projectile, as long and thick as a spear, crackled with runic flames, ready to pierce the darkness.
"Aim for the flanks!" Siliva shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. Her brother adjusted the cart's trajectory with a precise gesture, causing the runes to blaze with spectral blue light. A metallic *click* echoed, followed by an infernal whistle. The monstrous bolt tore across the battlefield like a comet, impaling three chimeras before exploding into a spray of sacred fire. The creatures howled, their flesh disintegrating under the magical assault.
