Creatures with powerful limbs and leathery wings, their skin the color of polished jet, began to drop from the gestation pods. They looked like nothing less than true demons, and as they landed, their consciousness slowly returned.
This was the true power of the Black Tower. Every such fortress built by the Cult of Four held a sealed legion of these guardians. They were immensely powerful, nurtured by the tower's own energy in times of peace.
When the tower was threatened, the Pontiff would awaken them to serve as its ultimate defense.
Most importantly, the guardians had no fear of death, for they could be reborn within the Black Tower itself. Their minds and combat experience would remain intact. The only cost was a vast amount of resources and a three-day gestation period.
"By the law of the Four Gods, the guardians will now obey your command," the Witch intoned, making a prayer-like gesture. The demigod had granted her the authority; she was now their commander.
