"..."
"..."
"So many…"
Aurora arrived, her expression serene, though her sharp eyes narrowed as she took in the swarm of Shuras encircling them. Their numbers blackened the skies, each warrior radiating an aura of power that rivaled immortals like her. Yet there was something profoundly unsettling about them.
"They don't have immortal souls," she murmured, "Just the strength to mimic one."
At the heart of the encroaching army, the Shura King stood atop his colossal bat. The beast's leathery wings stretched wide, their shadow swallowing the faint light.
His obsidian armor shimmered with a sinister energy, his eyes two gaping voids fixed coldly on Wang Xiao.
The Shura King spoke, his voice a symphony of grinding syllables. "Rraakh-toh'shh… Ul-karesh…!" The alien tongue reverberated, its harsh tone like shards of broken glass scraping against stone.
