[Billion's PoV]
I stood within the sea of black flames, hidden in their crackling roar, watching as the six grandmasters floated in the air beyond the tunnel I had carved. Their mouths hung open in disbelief, eyes fixed on the impossible path that now split the inferno.
My gaze swept across them one by one.
[Roland Max – Level 274]
[Brutus Marx – Level 269]
[Shinjo Abe – Level 273]
[Gloria Moon – Level 276]
[Horun Bloodfang – Level 284]
[Sakar Ironscale – Level 284]
It was easy to tell who belonged to which faction.
Roland wore the blazing emblem of the Sun, stitched proudly across his chest, his long cloak trimmed in gold.
Gloria's dark silver attire shimmered faintly under the mark of the Full Moon.
Brutus bore the sharp insignia of the Dark Moon, his armor darker than iron, while Shinjo carried the subtle crescent of the Half Moon across his shoulder.
And then there were the two Ferans.
