An elder as skinny as a pole and another who seemed to be hiding an iron wok in his bronzed robes strolled in.
The first wore robes of white with golden embroidery around their hems and sleeves. The emblem of a golden eye was tattooed onto his forehead, sparkling with Mana that seemed capable of piercing through all things.
This man was the Third Elder of the Resonate Eye Sect, Elder Dezend. His body looked willowy and easily broken, yet the power he radiated seemed to solidify the air.
The second wore bronzed robes with black embroidery. Every one of his steps seemed to shake the ground, sending ripples out in what should have otherwise been solid marble. It made the earth look like the waves of the ocean, almost like it was as easily flexible as the wind.
This man was the Third Elder of the Bronzed Earth Sect, Elder Don.
Patriarch Nightingale nodded toward the new arrivals.
"I thank friends of the Resonate Eye and Bronzed Earth Sect for coming to our aid today."
