Rebecca stared calmly at the battlefield, her posture regal and unshaken, every subtle movement scrutinized by both the Celestial King and the Demon King. Her cold eyes scanned the war-torn plains where dominant figures from the opposition clashed with her own, ensuring her armies didn't hold an overwhelming advantage.
"It's time for you all to join the battlefield," she said coolly.
Twenty masked figures behind her bowed their heads in silent acknowledgment. Without hesitation, they descended into the chaos below, streaking through the sky like comets, each one choosing their place in the ever-escalating conflict.
The Dragon King stood tall, his scales glistening like emerald fire as he faced Asmodeus—the Demon Lord of Pride. Not far off, the Elven Queen took her stance before Zeph, the Celestial of Storms, her presence serene yet lethal.
