The sound of approaching constructs grew louder. It was a low thrum that reverberated through the air. Kael gripped his blade tighter, glancing at Amara and the exhausted Lira.
"Positions!" Kael barked to the rebels nearby. "They're coming in force. Don't give them an inch!"
The rebels moved fast, forming a defensive line in the narrow approach leading to the conduit. The terrain worked in their favor—the constructs would have to funnel through the cramped space, limiting their numbers to a few at a time. Kael knew it wouldn't be enough to stop them, but it might slow them down.
