The twins flew above a sea of Nymphs, maybe three thousand, perhaps more in their shifted forms, all dressed for war, some gripping spears in their hands. Near the front, I spotted one wearing a beanie hat speared upon his horn and knew that had to be Diego’s father Miguel. They were here. They’d come. They’d fucking joined us at the very last second. “Welcome the Legion of Shadow,” Darcy called, her voice echoing around us, and a murmur of uncertainty passed through our warriors.
Omg yay
