Layluna, wearing only a long, black, modest robe garment, stood slowly from her aqua colored radishes, with a storm brewing in her heart. “Bael.”
“In the flesh,” he proclaimed.
“So to speak,” Layluna corrected him. “I see my husband left you as handsome on the outside as you are on the inside.”
Six tall, imposing Nevuscar warriors suddenly emerged from the remaining six rows of corn. Layluna recognized four of them, but the other two, completely void of scars, were unknown to her.
“I see you’ve replenished your ranks with a new breed.” Layluna colloquially said, vying for any intel she could coax out of them.
One of the two new, unblemished Nevuscar fighters standing an imposing ten-feet-tall, and wide as a barn, stepped forward in front of Bael. “You are correct. I am Mayax The Malev
