Boring

Ning looked at all the 20 figures and frowned.

If he was to go by Trenzelgor's presence here, then every single of these 20 beings were the Demon Lords and the High Angels, the god-like figure of the game who was responsible for granting everyone with unimaginable power.

And yet, they were all tied for some reason.

He looked down at the woman in front of him that was behind all of this.

"Gariin! What are you doing?" Ning asked.

The woman was relishing in the power she was about to draw from the gods and didn't even care for Ning's presence.

Ning looked at the wings that formed in her back, one that looked eerily similar to the one he had seen in his future vision.

If he was to let it continue, he knew what would happen tomorrow on the battlefield.

"Gariin!" Ning shouted at her, finally catching her attention.

"Demon, have you come to tell me of the Demon commanders you have killed for me?" she asked.