There was a solemn expression etched into Spartacus's face as he teleported, drawing closer and closer to the Korokor Stronghold. He had already finished visiting the other remaining strongholds that were still standing, gathering every ounce of strength he could. But what he had managed to rally and send to the frontlines was still far from enough for what would be needed to ensure even a slim chance at victory.
As Spartacus moved through the fabric of space, lost in grim thought, his sharp senses suddenly flared. He narrowed his eyes, detecting multiple Legendary-level presences ahead.
"What's happening?" A sense of caution surged through him. Instantly, he accelerated, materializing above the Korokor Stronghold just a second later—and the sight that met his eyes shocked him deeply.
At the base of the stronghold, a group of fifty-five warriors stood assembled. Leading them were three figures whom he recognized immediately. Spartacus's breath caught in his chest.
