Surrounded by a deep black dome, the three slaves of Hexarion could not help but feel flustered by the sudden change of event.
"Struggle as much as you wish" Gratiana grinned.
"Ana, Is this it...?" Shamac asked in a whisper.
"Y-Yes..." She responded cautiously.
"Okay, then... You all know what to do. We can't afford to pull our punches now!"
Take a and Ana nodded after hearing Shamac's words and made a formation, each backing the other. Doing this, they covered one another's blind spots.
"Useless!" Gratiana said, raising one of her hands above her head.
Suddenly, they felt a tremor around them, and the black surrounding began to shake. Ripples appeared on the dark curtains as they took the form of a semi-liquid substance. Distortions showed all around it, indicating something was protruding from within.
"Come forth... Hellhounds!"
