"I want the Treasure!"
Carl said, his guard up, ready to defend against any attack. His sword was drawn, muscles tensed to their absolute limit. Every passive evasion skill in his assassin skill tree was currently active, burning through his stamina pool at a rapid pace.
SILENCE...
The crushing pressure of the Sovereign-stage entity seemed to freeze the very air. Everyone stared at the colossal glowing eyes for what seems like ten seconds, before the booming, omnipresent voice sounded again, vibrating through the bedrock:
"What about the other four?"
Yang Tang, and the three looked at one another, their bodies trembling slightly under the suppression. They came here with Carl, drawn into a realm meant for myths, so they will simply follow his lead no matter how terrifying the odds:
"We also want the Treasure!"
They yelled simultaneously, their voices merging into a desperate chorus of unity.
