Before the hall the hundred-thousand Beastfolk Army waited in neat, bristling ranks, armor plates catching the late light.
They were the smaller host, yet hatred blazed in every Beastfolk Warrior's eyes, fierce enough to swallow any fear of death.
Jared stood at the front, Dragonslayer Sword angled downward, his expression still and glassy as pond water. Behind him, Luther, Morvane, and Madam Nightfox stood shoulder to shoulder with 108 cultivators of High Immortal Realm Level Five and above.
Their seals locked, the Chaos Convergence Array hummed to life, a massive gray vortex turned above the column of warriors, grinding the air with primeval force.
"Jared!" The single name cracked across the battlefield like thunder, the Grand Venerable's voice rolled after the shout, deeper than storm-clouds. "Do you understand the crimes you've committed?!"
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