The council of elites and the onslaught of haters

The council chamber, a place of ancient stone and whispered secrets, was alive with a urgency. The elites of the underground city had convened, their faces set in grim determination against the looming threat. At the head of the table sat Astro, his gaze sweeping over the gathered faces, each a stalwart defender.

Fillian, though not an elite, was among them, her presence a testament to the value of her insights. The room fell silent as she rose, the chill of her aura causing a thin layer of frost to form on the surface of the table.

"The barriers are weakening," she began, her voice clear and resonant. "The haters draw strength from our disunity, exploiting the fractures that have emerged between our worlds. We must act, not as separate entities, but as a united front."

Okayu nodded, her electric eyes sparking with agreement. "Our combined might is formidable. Divided, we give them the advantage they seek."

Korone, smiled reassuringly. "We've faced darkness before. Together, we'll turn the tide once more."

Ame leaned forward, her dual-colored eyes reflecting fierce. "The surface is where we'll make our stand. It's time to bring the fight to them."

Tricky, the master of illusions, spoke up, her voice steady and confident. "We'll need to be cunning. Our enemies are not just brute force; they're shadows that slip through cracks. My illusions will give us the edge we need."

Nekrolina, her voice a haunting melody, added, "And I will call upon the void to swallow those who dare cross into our domain. Together, we are a force to be reckoned with."

With a collective sense of resolve, the council agreed. The meeting adjourned with a sense of urgency, and they ascended to the surface world. The sun had just begun to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows that seemed to reach out towards the city.

As they emerged, the first signs of the enemy became apparent. Dark figures, the haters, began to converge on their position, drawn like moths to the flame of their unity. The battle was imminent, and the elites were ready to stand as one.

The first wave of haters crashed against their defenses like a tide against the cliffs. Fillian, her breath a visible cloud in the cold air, stood shoulder to shoulder with Okayu. As Okayu's electric fury lashed out, Fillian's frost followed, a chilling symphony that froze enemies in their tracks, allowing Okayu's lightning to shatter them with thunderous cracks.

Korone's laughter echoed, not in jest but as a war cry, her dark red energy weaving through the ranks of haters like a specter. When a hater lunged for her, Tricky was there, her illusions turning the attacker upon itself, while Korone's crimson chains bound it, leaving it helpless before their combined might.

High above, Ame surveyed the battlefield, her dual gaze a beacon of destruction. With a flicker of her purple eye, reality bent, and with a glance from her red, hellfire rained. Nekrolina moved through the chaos, her dark whispers commanding the void to consume any who dared approach Ame's vantage point.

In the center of the fray stood Astro, his aura a rallying point for his comrades. His presence bolstered their spirits and their strength, a passive skill that made him the linchpin of their defense. As the haters pressed in, Astro's calm demeanor belied the ferocity of his counterattacks, each move a testament to the trust and power shared among the allies.

The battle raged, a dance of spells and steel, until the humanoid hater appeared, its power that threatened to overwhelm them. It was then that Astro's true strength shone. With a drop of blood, he summoned her and the tide turned.