Bab 363: Scout Tremor

Necrotic mana seeped from Jay’s palm, the insidious gas trailing into bones and melting them into another bone plate.

Jay had adjusted the design slightly, adding a slight triangle point at the bottom of the rectangular shape.

It was purely for aesthetic purposes since each redesigned plate only gave one additional health, but at he looked across the twenty plates he’d crafted, it pleased his eyes, making it worth the effort.

Crafting all twenty took up the early part of his morning. He wanted Asra healed so they could leave, but he doubted Hegatha was awake, though he couldn’t blame her—he certainly didn’t want to be.

(Red, armor your guardians.) He ordered, pointing to the plates he made.

Red nodded and gazed into the still swamp water. A ripple surged from the depths before the two guardian skeletons sprung out with a splash, scrambled ashore and lined up at Red’s side.