Their power was overwhelming, even from a distance. Both of them stood at the entrance to the command center, their bodies emanating such intense heat that the air around them shimmered. These two were from a secret unit within the Endless Sun Sect.
Gaelin, with his seven-ringed halo glowing bright as if the very sun was resting above his head, locked eyes with Lassim.
Carlyle, eight rings spinning silently above his head, was the more unnerving of the two, his cold, calculating gaze fixed on Lassim as if sizing up prey.
"You've gone too far, Lightning Sect dog," Gaelin growled, his voice carrying across the battlefield with a heat that rose the room several degrees. "This may be a sect war, but killing our city's leader that we so painstakingly installed and raised through the merchant associations was one mistake. Thinking you'll survive this is another."
