"Who dares intrude upon Nether City?!" a voice snapped, colder than the chains.
The speaker remained hidden, words spilling out of the surrounding dark like knives.
Three figures stepped forward. The one in front towered above mortal height, clad in black war armor and a helm made from bleached bone. Only twin eyes shone through the visor, burning blue. The pressure rolling off him marked an Upper Immortal, sixth grade!
Behind him waited two fully armed ghost guards, bone spears in hand, their strength hovering around Upper Immortal fourth grade.
Jared coughed, a raw scrape in his throat betraying the chain's bite. Forcing steadiness, he said, "We didn‘t trespass. We seek Ghost Clan kin. The man beside me is your blood, and he needs nether aura to heal."
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