"The Chief Divine bestows upon us a Divine Artifact, unyielding and indestructible!... The cannon burst... it burst..."
A flock of crows flew across the high sky, leaving behind a cacophony of "caw caw." Xiulote sat under the tent top of the large tent, clutching the letter from the Master Caster, his face changing from pale to flushed. After a moment, he calmed his emotions, took a deep breath, and patiently read on.
"Your Majesty, more than two years ago, you mentioned many fragmented, chaotic, and unclear Divine Revelations, and you spoke of a short mortar cannon specifically for sieges..."
"Fragmented, chaotic, and unclear," upon seeing such a candid critique, Xiulote raised an eyebrow and tightened his grip.
