Northern was not sure what the meaning of what he saw. But he was sure what his clones eyes feasted on.
The crystals were being poured into some kind of cocoon and in those cocoon were monsters that bore a striking resemblance to the general he knew all too well.
It was more than bearing a striking resemblance. It was as if they were all the same.
Before the clone could get out of the way, a guard attacked him, he survived a few strikes but even with his level of skill was not able to land a blow.
But Northern was excused it, since he was focused on another thing, he paid no attention to the link, the clone could not equip a weapon without him commanding it.
So the clone had indeed engaged another hellion rank with its bare hands.
Northern marched wordlessly. The war he had been itching to have was finally here. But he wasn't feeling so elated about it.
Night Terrors?
More than one Night Terror?
