The Sentinels forge me a blade

Embry huffed a great breath of air and watched it spiral vapors into the crumbling, rotting world. The sight inspired a sense of detachment from the gathering dawn. Thus, he was making a great time of this when, of a sudden, there approached a rather supercilious male. By scent alone, he dripped of hauteur to the point that Embry at once scrunched up his nose in distaste.

His aureate frame rippled as he stood, facing the brute with an unwavering glare. "And who is speaking?" Embry growled, visibly affected by the male's abrupt intrusion. "Because as far as I am aware, I speak to no one but an imposter."