The air was thick with tension. A sea of warriors—bloodied, battered, but unbroken—stood in solemn silence atop the Eldritch Spire. Before them, four towering figures radiated power beyond comprehension. They were Rank 5s, the strongest warriors present, and their presence alone made the very air feel heavier.
Then, the flame mage stepped forward. His piercing gaze swept across the gathered fighters, burning like embers in the darkness. When he spoke, his voice carried with it a heat that made the stone beneath his feet blacken and crack.
"The Black Church."
The name alone sent a ripple through the warriors. Some flinched, others stiffened, and a few clenched their weapons in barely concealed fury.
The flame mage continued, his voice steady, each word laced with righteous wrath. "They have been orchestrating a grand ritual within these ruins, one meant to awaken something far worse than anything you have encountered thus far."
