All three Lords stood frozen in place.
Their faces darkened, jaws clenched.
"That… was everything we had," Hayaat Blackblood muttered.
"We used all of our resources, all of our reserves," Yasen Yaksha said, eyes wide with frustration. "That was a half-step 4th Order strike! How can this be possible?!"
The third Core Formation Lord from the demonic faction, Nael Netherfrost, said nothing, staring at the pristine doors with a grim expression.
Their breathing grew heavy as silence returned to the hallway. The once-bright Array Eyes began to dim, and the fading image of the spectral halberd dispersed into the air like mist.
All that effort. All that power. All in vain. And the treasury hall remained untouched.
The first lord was Hayaat Blackblood, the sect master of the Black Blood Demon Sect. He was a man who appeared to be in his early thirties—young, tall, and broad-shouldered.
