From the other two rifts, two more figures emerged, one on each side. Both had striking white hair and equally intimidating auras; their movements were smooth and calculated. Their bodies radiated pure power that made them look silent, cold, and disciplined.
One of the officers couldn't hold it in. His voice cracked as he shouted, "T-Tier 6!"
Shock spread across the plateau like a ripple through still water.
"It can't be…" another whispered, barely able to speak as sweat formed on his brow.
"So they were going easy on us all this time!?" someone else shouted in disbelief, his voice caught somewhere between rage and despair.
The northern general's hands curled into tight fists. His jaw clenched while his muscles trembled. The realization hit him like a hammer to the chest....
They had been toyed with. These beings... these monsters could have wiped Xylos off the map in mere hours if they had wanted to. Yet here they were, revealing themselves only now, after everything.
