At the Gates of the Royal Palace
The gates of the infernal palace groaned as they opened, spilling crimson light across the blackened marble. The six stood already assembled, dressed in their battle garbs, ready to embark on their mission to the world of the living. A thick silence hung in the air until Azreal stepped forward, his presence commanding, and by his side walked Aria. Hulk followed close behind, his massive frame casting a looming shadow across the floor.
They all lowered their heads in respect. Cain, with a faint smirk tugging at his lips, broke the silence.
"Since we're all here, I suppose it's time we set off."
Azreal lifted his hand. "Wait. There is one more who will be joining us today."
The words cut through the air like a blade. Shock rippled through the six, their eyes darting between each other. Aria's brow furrowed as she turned to him.
"Someone else? But we're already complete. Who could possibly—"
A sharp, mocking voice sliced into her words.
