Donju frowned at Delmas' words, then shook his head. There was no point in arguing.
"Let's just get this over with," he muttered.
In the next instant, both of their gazes sharpened as they fixed on the horizon, where a tiny dot was approaching fast.
Delmas's tone shifted, cold now.
"Get ready," he said. "They're here."
"You heard him!" Donju barked. "Get in position. Now!"
The figures that had been bowing behind them immediately scrambled. In a quick motion, they darted off in different directions, converging on two large, cloth-covered objects perched steadily on wide and sturdier branches.
They yanked the black cloths away, unveiling what was beneath.
Two sleek, cannon-like weapons came into view. Each one was massive, with reinforced plating, glowing core tubes, and a long, wide nozzle shaped like a spout ready to spew destruction.
It looked like something built to fire more than just blasts, built to decimate.
The Vita Lance.
