Anthony and Spectre's eyes were flooded with reality as they took in the space they had appeared in. Five men with katanas in their hands could be seen slashing and perfecting their forms.
The walls and floors were made of stone, as light illuminated from the ceiling, brightening the entire space. The area spanned three kilometers in length, it was vast, yet small to people like them, who could cross such a distance in the blink of an eye.
Anthony could immediately tell that none of the individuals present used mana. Their combat was purely physical, and none held a weapon that wasn't a katana.
Anthony tilted his head slightly as he noticed Warlord Raelith walking toward them with calm, measured steps. His eyes were steady, and his expression wore a composed smile.
His signature blue eyes shone, his black hair swayed slightly with each step, and his red cape flapped majestically behind him as he moved.
