The gates of the stronghold rumbled open. From inside, four figures stepped out together.
Each one carried the aura of a top fighter. One wore Hero armor that gleamed under the mist.
Another was a robed Mage with a glowing staff.
Beside them walked a tall Cultivator with steady eyes, and a fierce Beastman with sharp claws.
They were the elites chosen by the Supremes.
They stopped a short distance from Savra and Velra, their weapons raised and ether flaring around them.
The Hero elite stepped forward first, his voice steady.
"So you are the Infernal Demon and the Velvet Demon of the Heavenly Demon Sect?"
Savra smirked, resting one hand on her hip. "And what if we are?"
Velra twirled her whip lazily, her rose-colored eyes gleaming with amusement.
"Are you the leaders of this stronghold? You don't look the part."
The Cultivator elite shook his head slowly.
"No. We are not the leaders. But you disrespected the Alliance with your arrogance."
