"You may choose from anything up to the Disaster rank. You have your pick of the three thousand three hundred and ninety-two Disaster-class Dragons circling above us, or any of the Disaster-rank such as Stormfang, the Hydra, the Voidweaver, or the Serpent.
If you prefer specialized martial or tactical support, you may select from the two hundred and forty-seven Dread-rank Minotaurs, the sixteen Shadow Panthers, the Ice Drake, the two hundred Blight Demons, or my individual commanders Pho, Kyren, Corvin, and Loryn.
My bound troops cannot die. They will serve you faithfully, act as your shield, and ensure you do not perish from an unforeseen disaster. Choose your companions."
Theo Althalos swallowed hard, his throat bone-dry as he looked up at the sky.
His cerulean eyes locked onto the massive, armored form of a colossal Disaster-class Dragon hovering near the edge of the plateau, its obsidian scales gleaming and its wings churning the air into small cyclones.
