The air rippled like a boiling tide as soon as Mark's words ended.
Out of the buried pagoda, five figures stepped forth, Mark's original companions, led by a lightning-clad clone. Its form shimmered with pure ether, its body with electric lines coursing through its body, eyes sharp and cold as the real thing.
Following behind him came the others.
Lan Xia, her spear glowing faintly with a violet sheen.
Yuan Feng, rolling his neck, jagged glaive already resting on his shoulder.
Reva, her fox tails flicking in the breeze, flames licking around her fingers.
Ryder Night, already vanishing into shadow as soon as he stepped out.
And lastly, a towering beast walked beside them. His steps thundered like falling avalanches. It's the Snow Wolf King. Ice clung to his fur like frost steel, and his eyes burned with cold vengeance.
Below them at the bottom of the crater, the enemy army of a thousand had recovered from the shock of one of their generals' abrupt death.
