"You held your position, pinned down the rift, and showed us the way."
Cedric's heavy voice carried an iron-blooded approval as he slightly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the two, a look that offered the highest affirmation to warriors, brief and powerful.
"Now, leave this place to us."
Old Jack faintly heard these words, forcing his eyes open a sliver before heavily closing them.
The two remaining Demon-Breakers seemed unshaken by the sudden demise of their comrades.
Though they possessed intelligence, they only knew destruction, devoid of emotion.
No fear, no fatigue, no death.
The blood-glow flickered on the triangles in their chests, focusing on the newly arrived "Guardians" squad, transmitting a will so cold it froze the soul through space.
Not words, but a whisper etched directly into the spirit, like a beguiling sound from the Void.
