Balthar, the Sword Saint.
Arnold, the Divine Archer.
And Noctus, the man with a body like a bear.
These were the identity of three figures who stepped out of the portal and their presence alone sent waves of pressure through the air.
They were the top SSS-rank fighters of Nightstar, known across the continent for their unmatched power. They were the foundation of Nightstar's strength. If they were killed, Nightstar would be as good as gone.
But everyone knew that defeating them was far from easy, especially now that the Abyssal Cult stood behind them.
"Have you lost your mind?" Duke Martin roared, his voice echoing through the chaotic battlefield. His eyes burned with rage. "How... how can you sell your soul to the Abyssal Cult, you bastards!"
His anger wasn't just for the war. His daughter had vanished days ago, and he was certain that the Abyssal Cult was responsible. His fury now carried a deep personal hatred.
