In the damp darkness of the underground chamber, the flickering torchlight cast strange shadows on the stone walls. Around the vast room, unmoving silhouettes stood silently, their faces hidden under deep hoods. The tension was palpable, as though an invisible force was choking the very air.
Here, only mutant demons and constant-tier scourges were allowed. All others would have been deemed too weak to command a legion. Among them, there was no visible difference in power — mutant demons could rival, even surpass, constant scourges due to their mastery of three awakened skills.
There were ten of them, perhaps more. The indistinct forms of mutant demons and constant scourges blended in the gloom. No one spoke yet, but as the minutes ticked by, furtive glances began to cut through the shadows.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!