The rocks rose like the palms of ancient giants. They tore at the distant sky like the fangs of gigantic animals killed in battle. The East wind was blowing, creating whirlwinds of sand that flitted between them as they stood and waited.
The sun hid behind the clouds, only occasionally casting its bright rays.
The whole of the Moon General’s army maintained a deathly silence. Few people were brave enough to look at anything but their own shoes.
Dragon Tooth was warming up among the sand and stones ahead. He waved his titanic blade and raised waves of sand as he swung it around. His strong muscles rolled like glacial boulders, his veins swelled like taut ropes, and his bronze skin literally glowed as the brief flashes of sunlight hit it.
His sword, the size of an adult man, didn’t look
