Lind admired his work. The shaft of the glaive was dark but it was made of his own scales. The blade was made of his claws as well. He had been working on making similar weapons for some time.
His family had wondered why he was only using his own body as materials but he had kept quiet about it. He did not know how much the Bastard had under his belt that could spy on them.
He assumed they were always under watch and they adopted his tactic to the extent they could. Not all could be hidden, it was just impossible but they stopped talking about their recent preparations.
Lind was on the top deck polishing his newest creation when his emerald eyes narrowed to slits.
He looked ahead before he confirmed what his senses told him.
[FIENDS ARE INCOMING!]
His transmission boomed in the entire army. The forward scouts were caught off guard but quickly discerned some kind of disturbance beyond the boundary they followed behind. Emerald light flared outward like an arc.
