A shift rippled through the chamber the moment the power of the White Death, Vlad, and Altharion manifested fully. It was felt rather than seen, a pressure that weighed upon the very air. Though the chamber was filled with the mightiest leaders of the Graecia Empire, these three stood on a different plane altogether.
Their presence was overwhelming, their strength so immense that even the proudest faction leaders could not help but feel diminished, left trailing like shadows behind a blazing sun.
The White Death's voice broke the silence, calm yet carrying the inevitability of a judge pronouncing sentence.
"Good. The three of us will take the frontlines. Our task is simple: to face the strongest forces of the Zanis Family and slay as many as possible. By doing so, we will reduce the pressure upon the rest of you."
