Chapter 68 Unlikely

• The entities struck the castle's outer defenses like a tide of liquid nightmare. Through the tall windows of the throne room, we watched reality bend and twist as creatures that should not exist poured through rifts in the dimensional barriers. The sky had become a canvas of impossible colors, and the very air seemed to scream with the sound of physical laws being violated.
• "How long do we have?" I asked Master Dorian, who was studying the assault through a scrying crystal.
• "The outer walls will hold for perhaps an hour," he replied grimly. "The inner defenses might give us another hour after that. But if those things reach the keep."