Chief Eamon Rikon stood atop his wall and watched the air and the ground with his superhuman eyes. His army was still camped in front of the wall, dotting the ground with their pointed tents.
A shield extended from the wall in translucent blue and covered most of the tents, but not all. The rest of the ship extended far closer to the middle of the city.
It was mid-morning, and the sun was already high in the sky. Closer to the borderland here in the south, it was always dry.
But Eamon did not mind the sun. He was used to it. It was his home, after all.
"Father, are you really going to wait for him?" A man that looked like Eamon said. "We should not join forces with the likes of him."
"Shut up, Chen. He is now a Clan leader." Eamon was a chubby man with thick fingers and a smiling face, but his eyes were like two black stones, cold and hard.
Chen snorted. "He is a Clan leader? Then anyone can be the Soryu Clan leader."
