Velmira

"Miss Ris, what are you doing here?" The path leading to the Mother of Pus was teeming with cultivators. Though fewer Antics roamed now, a scattered few still prowled among the rocks and puddles of yellow ooze.

Having finally reached the mountain where the Mother of Pus resided, Ris ignored greetings from her fellow disciples altogether, intent on reaching the Gralith before anyone else stole the kill. She knew the Mother of Pus was far from weak—almost a demi-Kyrrath, some said.

Ruling an entire region demanded formidable power, both to crush internal rivals and battle would-be usurpers from outside. For a demon to maintain such a position, strength was essential.

As she rushed up the mountainside at startling speed, a familiar voice halted her. "Ris?"

She looked over to spot Karo, another core disciple. He was busy clearing out pockets of Antics, apparently unwilling to abandon other disciples who risked being ambushed.