The three figures hovered high above the battlefield, unmoving.
The pressure two of them radiated bent the air around them, warping mana into visible ripples. Even without releasing their full aura, their presence alone forced weaker beings to struggle for breath.
The first of the two was tall and slender, his proportions refined rather than bulky, yet every inch of his body carried restrained power. His skin was a deep bronze, smooth and unmarred. His long dark hair was tied behind his back, and his brown eyes burned with a quiet, absolute certainty.
The second sun stood beside him.
Unlike the bronze-skinned man, this figure was broad-shouldered and imposing, his body built like a living fortress. Black scaled markings traced across his neck and arms, half organic and half draconic. Hornlike ridges curved backward from his temples, and faint wisps of heat distorted the air around him with every slow breath.
His eyes glowed a dull crimson.
This one did not hide his dominance.
