Phei had watched them cross the Dead Winter Realm beneath layers of suppression, enduring storms that could fold steel and cold vicious enough to force Danton into using the Flames of Beginning. He knew what they were.
Phei knew how far they stood above his miserable Master Stage.[1]
But the number fourteen had sounded bad but watching these eleven beings unveiling fourteen cultivation stages above him made it obscene.
Five of them positioned themselves around the Coffer, close enough to seem part of its defenses. Two hovered above it, two guarded its flanks and one occupied the space beneath it. The remaining six formed an outer layer several hundred meters across.
Their restraints loosened by a fraction and as they breathed... Anarctica answered.
