Princess Alora sat in her chambers, her gaze steady as she fastened the last pieces of her gleaming Invincible Paragon armor. The distant sounds of commotion reached her ears-a reminder that the day she had dreaded, yet prepared for, had finally co.
A knock at the door broke her thoughts.
"Your Highness?" ca a familiar voice.
"Yes?" Alora called. "Co in, Lionell."
The door creaked open, revealing Lionell, the knight, who stepped inside and bowed deeply.
"You don't need to go to war, Your Highness," he said firmly. "Let handle this. Please, you should leave imdiately with Sir rcy."
Alora shook her head. "This is my duty."
Lionell straightened, though his expression remained troubled.
"Forgive , Your Highness, but it is also my duty to ensure your safety. You must leave the city at once. I fear what we've long suspected has co to pass."
"The Nad Demons?"
Lionell nodded. "Four Nad Demons have already appeared on the battlefield."
Alora rose from her seat.
Lionell's jaw tightened. "But those four... they're only ranked in the fifties."
"Are you certain?"
He nodded again. "Which is why I believe this isn't all of them. There must be stronger ones yet to co."
A heavy silence hung between them. Finally, Alora spoke. "The King will fight alone." Lionell bowed his head. "Your Highness, if the higher-ranked Nad Demons do appear, the King is the only one capable of facing them effectively. With the aid of the Imperial Knights, perhaps the worst can still be averted."
Alora clenched her fists before asking quietly, "Where should I go?"
"Allow and Sir rcy to escort you to safety, Your Highness. We must move quickly."
Before Alora could respond, another figure appeared in the doorway. Sir rcy, another knight, strode in and bowed low when Alora turned her gaze toward him.
"We have visitors, Your Highness," rcy reported.
Lionell's eyes narrowed. "Are they the Champions of Gluttony?"
"Yes," rcy confird with a slight nod.
Alora stepped out of her chambers, flanked by Lionell leading the way and rcy bringing up the rear.
"We don't need to confront them," Lionell said firmly as they walked. "The Champions of Gluttony only gained access to the palace because soone let them in."
rcy frowned but kept his pace steady. "They're just players, Sir Lionell. Their levels are below ours."
"Yes, but they're Divine Champions," Lionell countered. "The blessings they possess give them significant advantages in certain situations. If we fail to counter their abilities, we could easily find ourselves cornered."
They hurried through the dimly lit corridors. As they entered a grand, open chamber, they ca to an abrupt halt.
Standing in the center of the room was a man with striking blond hair, his confident smirk illuminated by the faint glow of light. He was clad in black and red armor that seed to pulse with dark energy, and a pair of curved demon horns adorned his head.
He was Paul, the leader of the Shadow Wolves Guild.
"Paul," Lionell muttered.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Paul let out a laugh. He spread his arms wide in mockery.
"Two Grand Cross Knights," he said with enthusiasm. "And the esteed Princess Alora. I must say, I'm flattered to be graced by such important figures tonight."
Lionell's gaze remained sharp. "Do you realize it's pointless to fight us?"
Paul chuckled. "That's what I enjoy about you NPCs, so confident in your limitations. Your knowledge is pitifully finite, and you're too foolish to understand just how extraordinary we Divine Champions and players really are. Hah!"
He began to stride toward them, slow and deliberate.
"This war would end quickly if you hand over her Highness, Princess Alora, and allow to escort her to safety," Paul said with a smirk.
"You do realize you'll have to get through first before you can even think about doing that, right?"
"Oh, absolutely... and I'm more than ready to take on not just you!"
Lionell moved to block his path, drawing his sword as he turned slightly to speak over his shoulder. "Forgive , Your Highness, but allow to deal with him alone."
rcy stepped forward, bowing deeply. "Your Highness, I will take you to safety from here."
Alora's gaze flickered between Paul and rcy. She nodded and turned to follow rcy as Lionell prepared to face Paul alone.
Alora and rcy quickened their pace, racing through the prepared escape route that led out from the rear of the palace. Several knights stood on guard along the path, nodding in acknowledgnt as they passed.
Finally, they erged into the expanse of the palace's back gardens.
However!
Without warning, rcy unsheathed his sword and spun around.
"Stay close, Your Highness!" he said.
But the mont he turned, his breath caught. Princess Alora stood motionless, her figure encased within a shimring transparent field.
"Your Highness!" rcy shouted, his voice edged with desperation as he swung his sword at
the barrier.
The blade struck the do-like energy shield with a sharp clang, but it held firm, sending vibrations through the air.
Inside the energy shield, Princess Alora wasn't alone. A man clad in heavy black and red armor stood confidently, his crimson hair gleaming in the light. His massive shield rested casually
on his arm.
"Ha ha ha!" The man's laughter echoed within the shimring barrier.
Above his head, glowing letters spelled out his na: SpeedGang.
SpeedGang-a Champion of Gluttony and a mber of the Horde of Hell Guild.
"Surprised to see , Sir rcy?" he taunted. "Oh, don't worry-I'm not here to fight you. My
focus is solely on her." He motioned lazily toward Princess Alora.
This wasn't the first ti SpeedGang had made waves. He was infamous for his failed attempt to conquer Slumdon Town, where he was decisively defeated by Broken.
But what made him truly feared wasn't just his guild or his ambitions. It was his blessing: an ability that allowed him to create a Private Domain, a personalized battlefield sealed off from outside interference.
Inside the domain, SpeedGang wielded absolute control. Its multiple tiers each ca with unique restrictions that he could manipulate to suit his needs, ensuring every encounter
played out on his terms.
The blessing was a weapon designed to break even the most skilled opponents.
SpeedGang turned his attention fully to Alora.
"Your Highness, Princess Alora," he began smoothly. "My task is simple: to keep you contained here until the war is over."
He paused, his lips curling into a thin smile.
"But," he added, "if you refuse to cooperate..." His words hung in the air as his gaze
hardened. "I won't hesitate to fight you myself."
The smile returned as he said. "I'd hate for it to co to that, but I can promise you- this
domain is where all resistance ets its end."
At the sa mont, Princess Alora took out her sword-a Legendary-grade blade forged by
none other than Broken.
Alora's lips curved into a faint smile as she leveled her gaze at SpeedGang.
"Thanks," she said calmly. "At least now I have a reason to fight. You've left no other
choice, after all."
SpeedGang chuckled, his grip tightening around his massive shield as he shifted into a ready
stance. "I like that confidence, Princess," he replied.
"Let's see how far it takes you." Princess Alora responded.
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