The mist formed into a replica of the dragon youngling. Fear smirked proudly as it started to come to life. Whisper chuckled as the misty version of Scrap chased after its original.

"I might as well summon up my guards too." Fear said. He threw his arms out and his eyes turned to match the mist as it leaked from his palms. It spread on the ground and misted demons climb up from the ground and stood in three rows of ten.

"To your positions." Fear commanded them. The creatures didn't hesitate and headed to their spots.

"Impressive." Whisper called from where she sat on the ground.