Before a minute could fully pass, they were already done with their gear, each of them now standing tall, clad in armor, radiating the aura of warriors destined to stand forever on the side of justice. Their presence alone seemed to command respect, as if the room itself acknowledged their readiness for what was to come.
With a coordinated motion, each raised a hand, summoning a parchment-like scroll, without hesitation, they tore it in half. Instantly, a blinding white light erupted, enveloping the entire room in a radiant surge. The brilliance swallowed them whole before fading as quickly as it had come, leaving behind a hollow silence. The air that lingered was heavy with the remnants of their presence, and the room now stood empty, quiet, abandoned, and drowned in their absence.
