At this moment, within the innermost chamber of the Sanctuary Bastion, the three pillars of the Life Faction stood together.
The Giant War King no longer sat upon a towering throne. He stood, arms folded, jaw tight, armor bearing visible cracks from days of relentless engagement.
The Wise King looked far less amused than usual. His violet armor was dulled, his silvery eyes shadowed by exhaustion. Even his posture lacked its usual theatrical arrogance.
The Spirit Eye King remained composed, but her third eye was faintly dim, clearly overused from scanning the undead tides and probing for the spell's source.
Around the three leaders stood other surviving Legendary Kings, and their appearances were even worse as they all had suffered grave injuries and had exhausted almost everything to just live.
The atmosphere of the chamber was heavy.
