Infants

Jules had intentionally relocated their battle away from their original position. Near the shores, the Ibong Adarna swooped and sang. Its hauntingly beautiful song echoed across the battlefield, reaching the ears of the wounded and weary. The rain seemed to glow where the bird passed, healing cuts, burns, and broken bones alike. Soldiers who had fallen rose again.

The Red Bake-kujira recovered in an equal struggle; its massive, crimson-tinged body floated unnaturally atop the lake. Hundreds—no, thousands—of fish had swarmed beneath it, their slick, scaly bodies creating a writhing platform that carried the young leviathan forward. The water boiled where they gathered.

"They say the tears of the sun god Ra created bees in the desert. Those bees were then captured and some of their honey cultivated for food. For our purposes, the bees were farmed to create a weapon. So when I say you have to speed away, you speed away." 

"Got it."