The Nephralis and Varkhaal disciples were already prepared.
They had been waiting for an ambush. The Dark Shade's warning echoed in their minds. Their killing formations were already ready.
And the moment Lucien's group emerged from the darkness—
The ritualists' heads snapped up as one.
"There they are," one hissed.
"We knew these pests would strike soon," another sneered.
"Hah. I didn't expect it would be you, Wolf boy. You've been against us even before we entered. Prepare yourself," an elder spat.
Just then… a layered barrier wrapped itself around the ritual area.
Six figures stepped out from the ritual circle with cold precision.
Three Nephralis.
Three Varkhaals.
All were Celestial-realm experts. Even forcibly suppressed to the Mortal Realm, they radiated terrifying pressure. Their instincts, their techniques, and their mastery of laws all remained sharp.
