Chapter 677: A Cold Reunion

"What in the Lord's name.." muttered the dumbfounded paladin as the three figures descended from the clear sky. Among them were a young man in simple black clothes, one dressed in a loose brown robe, and a muscular middle aged man clad in plated armor. The sheer presence of these three individuals covered her body in goosebumps, and for a second, she thought she had seen worlds of gold, wild rainbows and an oppressive white power share with violence the space that surrounded them. Each striking at her spirit like an arctic wind on exposed skin, attempting to take her spirit away.

"Aspects of existence." She guessed as her fingers reached for her dropped weapon and shield. Her body straightened and relaxed, while her arm stretched to her right. Her spear held horizontally in a halting sign. Her men approached her, marching through the minefield of blood puddles and globs of gray paste, stopping behind her in a tightly, well-practiced formation.