PoV Satsui
Everything was finally ready; everything was perfect; the god was on our side; this was a downhill battle for us; our cowardly enemies could only rely on their puny guns.
"My lord, the preparations are ready; all the soldiers have been spread around in the requested locations, and the shamans are ready to deploy the barrier and put an end to this war once and for all." My counselor notified me while on his knees, both hands extended towards me with open palms, handing me my spear.
A weapon I inherited from my father, a powerful artifact that deeply connected our tribe with the gods above. A spear made of a strange, candid white metal that felt extremely smooth to the touch, it had a golden snake wrapped around the shaft and a large one-edged blade at the end made out of solid flesh possessing a closed eye.
