The wind was hot in the ruins of the Flame God Cult's old base.
But in the center, there was order.
Six figures stood waiting.
At the front stood Krovath Sal Ekros, calm and tall, his serpent eyes watching the sky.
Behind him were five of the strongest Beastkin Brood elites:
Malka Ingris, the Wolf Matriarch, stood with arms crossed, scanning the area like a battlefield.
Brangur Molveth, the Titan Hoof, stood silent and still, like a wall of flesh and steel.
Quavira Harnex, the Sky Shredder, tapped her claws lightly against her hip, her wings folded but ready.
Skeroth Drelvain, the Spine Ripper, adjusted his gloves and calmly observed the ground.
Nyxa Valmire, the Web Mistress, stood a few steps from the group.
Her threads quietly twitched around her fingers as her eyes scanned the ether field.
Quavira broke the silence first.
"So," she said, "we're meeting the Hero Association here of all places? A pile of burned rock?"
Krovath didn't respond.
