One by one, the outlines of figures took shape beneath the ramparts. Men, women, and beasts. Many were Fujimori soldiers who had fallen earlier in the siege. Some were lionkin from the genocide Quinlan committed while fervently kissing his beloved Hexwitch.
Each form solidified into a body of pale blue color. The sound of dozens of boots striking the ground followed, then hundreds.
Scar stepped forward from next to Quinlan, looking down at the soldiers her master had summoned beneath the ramparts. These were the army he entrusted her with.
She placed a hand on the hilt of her dagger and observed them all.
Her voice rang out. "Form up."
Nine distinct figures appeared beside her, each one a named Elite Soul. They gathered in formation, silent but ready. Before them, the five hundred lesser souls awaited her order.
