The army of black onyx descended from the skies in an orderly manner. It was evident to anyone watching that these warriors were no mere mob but were an organized group of specialists trained in probably one thing: war.
Elian saw the various appearances and noticed the same principles he used in his own creations. They all prioritized practicality over aesthetics. None of the ships or beasts that arrived looked majestic. No. They looked like monsters that rose from the depths of hell.
And while their cheers alluded to their allegiance to Elian and Bianca, they were still strangers. Beings who had 'Son of Metal and Soul' or 'Daughter of Metal and Soul' were inherently linked to Elian. Elian, in particular, felt the existence of that Talent quite strongly.
