Aria's POV
Noah picked one up. "Something Silas won't expect."
He handed it to me. The moment my fingers touched the weapon, my bloodline power reacted. The runes glowed faintly.
I raised my eyebrows. "You made these?"
"No." Noah's mouth curved slightly. "I had them made."
"By whom?"
"Someone who doesn't like Silas very much."
I examined the blade. "What do they do?"
"They disrupt magical barriers, just in case any are put in place on that day."
I smiled.
Ryder opened another crate. "These are designed to weaken Silas's guards and help our men fight them better."
I looked at Noah. "You prepared for everything."
His expression became serious. "I've been preparing for Silas for years. These weapons won't guarantee victory."
I nodded. I looked at him directly. "That's right, but
