Its towering gates had long since collapsed, revealing a vast courtyard beyond.
There, hundreds of Minor Lords awaited him.
Each one radiated the aura of a Tier 6 existence.
Their crimson armor gleamed beneath the blood-red sky.
Four massive wings rested behind every commander.
Towering halberds, greatswords, and black spears filled their hands.
Unlike the Tempters, none of them showed even the slightest trace of panic.
They stood in perfect formation.
Silent.
Motionless.
Like an army awaiting its final battle.
Then, without a single command. Every Minor Lord charged.
The ground beneath the citadel fractured.
Thousands of ancient runes shattered.
The combined pressure of hundreds of peak Tier 6 commanders surged toward Alix like a collapsing world.
The result, never changed. One after another, their bodies crossed the invisible boundary.
One after another, they exploded.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The deafening detonations echoed without pause.
