Rhys dropped from Brutus's shoulder immediately, landing in a crouch that kept him ready for combat despite not yet understanding what Jack was planning.
Jack's consciousness dove into his soul space, interfacing with the 246 minotaurs bound to his service. "Come forth. All of you."
Reality rippled as 246 massive forms manifested simultaneously, displaced air creating a wind that flattened nearby vegetation and sent the purple mist swirling in chaotic patterns.
The minotaurs towered between seven and ten feet tall, their muscular frames wielding enormous weapons.
Battle axes, war hammers, spiked maces, weapons designed for creatures whose strength operated on superhuman scales.
Brutus stepped forward to join his brethren, bringing the total count to 247 minotaurs.
The soldiers on the castle walls noticed immediately, their attention snapping from the attacking snakes to the army of minotaurs that had just appeared behind the siege.
