The area in front of the Demon Gate was tense.
Rynar and Rynor stood side by side, backs straight, flames and lightning faintly flickering around their bodies.
Clara lounged a few steps ahead of them, hands behind her head, looking far too relaxed for someone guarding a gate that could spill out endless demonic beasts.
Behind them, Eldrin hovered in the air, while Silvar stood firmly on the ground.
Bastor and Varyn remained silent, their massive presence anchoring the area.
Cindor watched from above, wings folded, eyes sharp.
Clara glanced back and grinned. "Alright, you ancient beasts can take a breather."
Rynor laughed. "Yeah. You guys already fired off your big flashy move earlier."
Rynar cracked his neck. "Let the juniors handle cleanup."
Silvar's eyes narrowed. "We are the Four Legendary Beasts."
His voice was cold. "Leaving the battlefield to humans is not logical."
Clara turned her head slowly and stared at him. "Just shut up and watch."
Silvar bristled. "You..."
