The cerulean portal flickered before dissipating entirely, leaving behind just under a hundred Cultists total on the outer walls of Nogart, their eyes drawn towards the layered concentric walls that resided in the middle of the city.
As such, their eyes were drawn up towards us, and we met their gazes as we stood atop our wall, nearly a quarter of a Century strong of elite, powerful soldiers, consisting primarily of Demon blood.
At the forefront of that collective of Cultists were two people radiating a sense of strength from even this distance, their blue robes lined with silver and emblazoned with a silver 'star' symbol proudly displayed above their hearts, the symbol of Change visible from here.
Besides their better robes - which were of a deeper blue and less patchy compared to their fellow Cultists - they also wielded unique weapons made for them, instead of simple blades and spears that one could find anywhere, meant for anyone.
