The clone bowed and turned to his group. Fifty Chimaeric Demons gathered to leave. They activated their power and shapeshifted into various small birds—sparrows, finches, and creatures that once belonged in these forests.
They took flight, staying below the trees, and disappeared into the winter morning mist.
Erik watched them leave and then turned to his companions.
"Do the remaining troops know their duties?" Amber asked.
"Yes. They'll fortify the shelter and clear any threats from the surrounding area. I already talked to them." Erik adjusted his own gear after having checked it.
The fruit trees and vegetables were going to need protection, and so did the meat they collected until that point.
Erik made a sort of cellar deeper into the shelter's basement, which meant the meat would stay fresh for as long as they put it there. He also made huge blocks of ice in order to freeze the meat.
"Are we going?" Emily lowered her rifle.
