Northern's steps echoed over the rocky ground as he ascended, his entourage of Void quiddities marching alongside him.
The harsh wind battered them, whistling like a ghostly anthem through the mountain slopes.
Yet, each of his summons seemed unaffected, their eyes fixed ahead, gleaming with dark promise.
They finally came to a stop after their master did. Northern fixed his gaze forward, his eyes glowing with a cold and powerful light.
He then turned around, looking at everyone in a breath before opening his mouth to speak.
"Just see this as me letting you guys loose. The one who kills the most of these guys gets to be number one."
Bairan's eyes twitched, and he silently looked forward with an indifferent expression.
Revant, on the other hand, had his face contort darkly, while the others went ablaze with an ominous passion gleaming in their vicious eyes.