Meanwhile—
Roughly four or five hours later, deep within a remote part of the valley, a terrifying surge of spatial energy suddenly erupted—violent, overwhelming, and unnatural. A rift tore open in midair, and from it, a shimmering portal materialized out of nothing.
One after another, massive, fearsome figures stepped through the portal.
And the most shocking part? The aura radiating from each of them was identical to Elira's current power level… unmistakably Tier 15.
"Dead already? Pathetic. Couldn't even hold out for a few hours…"
"Enough. If they were taken out that fast, there are only two explanations: either they were swarmed by a large number of Crimson Ultimate heroes of the same Tier… or they ran into another Tier 15. And if it was a Tier 15, well—there's not much anyone can do about that."
"So what now? Someone else stepped in and stole our prize?"
"Looks like it. They're gone—and they took the gear with them."
