POV Tanya:
A sound sharpening was constantly reverberating through the forest. The heavy-armed kobolds with long red capes and heavy-looking, black, plated armours formed a small group, sharpening and polishing their weapons with an intense glare as if they were their children.
Each of their swords radiated a terrifying draconic aura that caused air to shiver around them. The temperature was rising and decreasing around them, and the red crystalline eyes of their dragon-shaped hilts kept flashing as if the blades had their will.
An even taller figure in similar but even more decorated armour engraved with silver ornaments and massive wings on his back stood at the side, looking absent-minded.
For some reason, he stared into nothingness as if his mind was absent.
'Where is his majesty finding all of these weirdos.' Tanya sat on the ground, using a tree to support her back. She was unmoving, her emotions in turmoil, 'Is he dead or alive?'
