Two weeks passed since then, and most of the cocoons in the chamber had been born. Damon now had a significant number of drones, or as he was calling them, shadows.
Depending on their rank and specialty, their appearances varied. Some were humanoid, others bestial, others little more than moving silhouettes clinging to the walls.
Other than combat types, additional variants could exist.
There was so much to try, yet so little time to do so.
Damon lowered his gaze to the paper in his hands. Abellona had sent him a message. By sundown, only a few hours from now, the attack would begin.
Her intelligence network, which was actually controlled by Lilith Astranova, had apparently sensed that the Black Tower was on the move. Damon doubted any real intelligence gathering had occurred. More likely, it was knowledge. Lilith had lived through this before.
Nevertheless, Sylvia Moonveil was still by Abellona's side.
