Chapter 4
Across the valley, the Manticorian Armada’s ruler continued to stir her bitter plots. Glimpsing into the evening sun, she noticed a small creature flying towards her before crash-landing at her tent’s doorway.
“Your majesty…they have arrived!” The extremely winded imp collapsed, prostrating himself as he spoke. “They have taken up position directly across the ravine from us,” he panted nervously. “Shall I relay this to General Orsiyensko?”
From the dimly lit tent covered in various eccentricities, a deft flick of her wrist instructed him to do no such thing. Rising from the mound of pillows, the afternoon sun accentuated the vibrant blue tones of her skin. Various raised tattoos glinted from the diamond trails encrusted randomly across her body.
Our rendezvous is planned. The
