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56. Threats

The doors had opened, letting those heavy footsteps echo through the huge hall. The Kings of Peace were serious, almost impassive. Their fists clenched and their eyes sharpened, watching as those who in their world were called "sempiternal" were gradually entering the room.

The smiles settled on the lips of the three newcomers. Smiles full of malice and mischief, a mischief as unpredictable as the fire of the abysses of lost souls. On this occasion, the sovereigns of peace had had the "pleasure" of receiving these supernatural monsters. First, on the right, Killex, the Impaler, Tuldirm's former mentor and one of the confidants he could trust most in that nest of vipers that were the sempiternals. Killex wore a ragged and dark robe that he dragged along the ground because of its height. Taking graceful and calm steps as he walked, he held a huge cane, and seconds later, at the tip of the cane, a crow perched to be part of the same.