“What are they?” Satou asked a nearby soldier holding a scanner. The soldier wore no helmet and the lone antenna centered on his head glowed brightly. He hailed from Exorg-7 and memories of Madoc came flooding back.
“I have no idea,” he responded with a confused look. “According to this, they are not organic in nature.”
“Fascinating,” uttered Vigil. “I would bet that Scribe would love to be here right now.”
I didn't know who “Scribe” was nor did it matter at that moment. The winged beasts were closing in fast. Vayne removed his weapons and were holding them stiffly by his side. I felt Kedge brush up against me and noticed his knuckles were white dots against the staff. If he clutched it any tighter it would snap in half.
The beasts were about two hundred yards and closing fast. They we
