"Yes. The same ones selected by the Legendary Commanders," another replied. "The ones who survived the Jaws of Azathoth. But… Hell Mode? I never imagined anyone could… beat it."
A few younger Evolvers, unable to contain their excitement, began murmuring rumors.
"They say one of them transformed into some kind of dragon…"
"Dragon or not, they crushed the Boss. And the light… that green glow is the proof."
Even seasoned Hunters and Evolvers could not hide their awe. They had trained for decades, yet here were these young warriors, barely beginning their journey, achieving feats many could not even dream of.
Meanwhile, the Junior Blood Legion stood near the gate, battered, bloodied, but unbroken. Ryuzen's golden eyes flicked across the gathered crowd, calm and unreadable. Venus adjusted her gloves, the faint glow of her Harvester's Punch still lingering. Irina's clones hovered quietly, bow at the ready, while Felix and Rudos shared a glance of exhausted satisfaction.
