The news was bad but not surprising. Even the Niqols had conveyed similar intentions, but George couldn't help but curse mentally anyway.
George had held his own against one of the black evolved warriors, but that had been under special circumstances that the current situation couldn't be further from.
After the two evolved warriors' horns broke and scarlet irises replaced the blackness of their eyes, their auras had completely changed.
Initially, George's presence had been able to match that superior existence. He had actually surpassed it, too, at times. However, that wasn't the case anymore.
The black smoke released by the torn horns enveloped the two evolved warriors, resting on their heads, shoulders, and backs to act as a dense, flickering aura that empowered their every feature.
