The Whispered Devil

With one last deep breath, the three of them stepped into the Silverbluff Training Grounds together.

Devotion expected something slightly more exciting than what happened. There was no reaction to stepping through the barrier, no great pulling sensation or anything like that. It was nothing like stepping through the Gate to enter the Interplanar Secret Realm.

"Ha ha, newcomers!" a booming voice rang out. Devotion turned to look at what had made that sound. A burly, muscular man was standing not too far from them, his body riddled with various scars. He carried no weapons and wore very little in the way of clothing. "Hand me a valuable item, and I'll consider sparing your lives!" The man demanded.

"Excuse me?" Devotion was taken aback. Leza put a hand on his shoulder.

"Just do it and avoid a fight." She urged him.

"No, what kind of dogshit demand is that? The audacity!" Devotion called back.