The Kraken Slayers looked far uglier from up close.
That was Logan's first thought as he stood beneath the left harpoon launcher. He pressed one hand against the black iron frame, gripping a wrench with the other while tightening bolts until his knuckles became white.
From a distance, the weapons might have looked majestic.
Two enormous silhouettes standing atop Grigor's eastern cliffs, their runes glowing orange against the storm, their pillar-sized harpoons aimed toward the violent sea below.
But standing so close, Logan couldn't help but lament his lack of artistic nature.
Crude, large and deadly.
That was all he managed; only the runic engravings added a sense of beauty.
The Kraken Slayer was not majestic.
It was dangerous.
And most of that danger pointed in the correct direction.
Hopefully.
"Stop staring at it like it's your first lover!" Lun shouted from behind him. "Either tighten the band or kiss the damn thing already!"
"I'm checking the resonance!"
