NOVPUBThe moment the portals formed, Kent summoned the last four dungeon bosses. Just like the previous eight, the new arrivals were all at the peak of the Sovereign stage.
However, their true realms were much more impressive.
That was especially true for the lady who, despite standing before Kent, had a presence that was nearly non-existent. It was as if she wasn't there at all.
"That's her, Master. She is the strongest of all twelve," Zareth said, looking in the direction of the lady who was smiling at Veydris.
Naturally, the metal knight stood there emotionless. Whatever the lady was selling, Veydris wasn't buying it.
Seeing they were looking at her, she turned and introduced herself.
"I am Irina. You can also call me the Veil of Shadows. I have control over shadow and the void," she said with a smile. Though she was neither an elf nor a dark elf, her ears were much longer than the average human's.
However, she was clearly human in appearance.
"How strong is your control over the Void?" Kent asked.
"I have perfect control," she answered, making Kent widen his eyes.
"Do you think you can help Veydris improve his control? His level is at the Very High level." For a moment, Kent could swear Veydris glared at him.
Clearly, the metal knight didn't like the arrangement his master had made for him. Irina, however, was ecstatic to get to spend time with Veydris.
"I will do my best to teach him," she said, almost jumping with joy.
"Master, why did you let this hateful lady get close to Veydris? You know he doesn't like to be disturbed, right?" Sylara whispered, making sure Veydris didn't hear.
"I want him to improve. Maybe that will make him start to talk," Kent said, but Sylara, ever the big sister, glared at Irina.
"If you mess with him, we'll have an issue—and trust me, you don't want to have an issue with me. Isn't that right, Zareth, Vaelros?" Sylara had to call two lawyers.
"Sylara is right. Don't mess with Veydris."
Kent wondered if he should tell them that the lady they were messing with was only a step away from becoming a demigod.
Irina's true realm was Immortal Monarch—someone at the peak of the immortal realm. So for three beings not even at the Core Formation stage to be messing with her...
Kent just laughed, watching the display. While the four were at it, he turned to the next dungeon boss—a dragon man.
He had a handsome human face and dragon horns. Strangely, one of his horns was broken in half, and a dark mark was on his left cheek.
"Zhar'kaz, the Flamewing Tyrant. Also, I think I was a general of an army of some kind," the dragon man said.
"A general, huh. Do you remember which unit you commanded?" Kent asked, but he shook his head.
"I only remember bits and pieces, but I know for sure I was a fearsome general by all standards."
'Ah, that arrogance,' Kent sighed, knowing that arrogant trait was within him too—as in every dragon out there.
However, he couldn't deny the bold claims. His true realm was Immortal Emperor, just a step behind Irina.
This made him very dangerous. While his current realm was Sovereign, his control over flame was at the Perfect level.
"I have no doubt you were an impressive general. I hope you remember who you are soon so we can see if your impressiveness was indeed warranted."
The dragon man smiled, hearing what Kent said.
"You are a Demon Lord," Kent said, staring at the third dungeon boss.
"I am. You can call me Vorthar, the Warbringer."
"I do not doubt that, for I know what Demon Lords can do," Kent said with a smile.
From Jest's memories, he knew who the Demon Lords were and the role they played in the demon race. They were directly beneath the Demon Kings, who were beneath the Demon Emperor, who was in turn beneath the Demon Monarch.
However, despite being ranked beneath the Demon Kings, Demon Lords were some of the most dangerous demons one could ever encounter.
When Jest went on his journey to see if he could find a path higher than the Sword King stage, he nearly died by the sword of a Demon Lord.
So, seeing one now, Kent didn't know if he should feel happy or haunted by that traumatizing experience.
"Are demons really immune to injuries?" Kent asked a different question instead. He didn't want to think about that painful memory anymore.
"We indeed have powerful regeneration abilities. However, we are not immune," Vorthar answered, and Kent nodded.
Vorthar was a True Immortal, just like most of the dungeon bosses.
"In any case, welcome to the team." Kent turned to the last of them. This one, however, was beauty by all standards.
She had a regal, coldly beautiful face with pale blue eyes. Her face was smooth and sharp, with high cheekbones and full lips, giving her an almost ethereal beauty.
Her hair was long, flowing, and pure white, with strands of glistening frost that sparkled like diamonds.
She was slender and tall, standing around seven feet. Her body was graceful but unnaturally still, like a perfect ice sculpture. 𝔫𝔬𝖛𝖕𝔲𝖇.𝖈𝖔𝖒
She wore an elegant gown made of enchanted ice crystals, which constantly shimmered with blue and white light. Her arms were covered in delicate, ice-formed gauntlets.
The ground she stood on was frozen around her, radiating an intense cold.
⟪Beautiful, cold, and elegant. I wonder what an Elemental is doing inside a dungeon⟫, Gaia said, making Kent wonder the same thing.
"You are an Elemental, right?" Kent asked, and the lady nodded.
"My name is Ankaara. I am an Ice Elemental from the Absolute White Crystal Race. And if you're wondering what an Elemental is doing inside a dungeon, the answer is simple:
"My family banished me. However, I didn't die like they intended—meaning I will have my revenge."
⟪An Ice Elemental, hellbent on revenge. Looks like you'll be having some chilling trouble on your hands, Master⟫. The three lolis laughed, making Kent smirk.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Kent asked, and Ankaara nodded.
