The silent procession of cloaked figures moved like shadows, slipping through the rift between worlds. At the helm was El-Kharis, his face partially obscured by the vampire attire he wore—its rich black fabric and intricate silver embroidery lending him the appearance of a high-ranking rogue. Beside him strode Zareon, his gaze focused and watchful, while Azazel and Gladious maintained a steady pace at the rear. Leon, quiet and keen-eyed, took his place among the ranks, seamlessly blending with the ten demons from each elemental faction.
They had chosen their disguises well, the vampire attire blending with their fierce and resolute expressions, concealing the fire that burned beneath each demon's skin.