Zephyr watched the party — if it could even be called a party — of ten champions, squabbling over who should enter first.
At this point, even Zephyr was tired already. They'd been at it for nearly five minutes. The problem was from the four elf variant girls, who despite their petite, beautiful features, had temperaments more fiery than taverns' barmaids.
They, with their small figures, insisted on leading the charge into this unknown portal, something that was absurd to the ears of the demon and orc variants in the other group. It was like the greatest insult to their pride.
One had to know that these were champions coming from different parts of the universe. In fact, different star zones or galactic clusters entirely.
They had totally different cultures and norms, something that the Voice of The World, despite its amazing capability to remedy the language barrier, couldn't remedy for them.
