Swift Revenge
The warriors who were closer to the black figure approached it carefully, their erupted auras licking the cold still wind in the cave.
"Who are you?" the middle-aged man at the back asked, but the unknown individual didn't give an answer.
"Are you the owner of the soulbound homunculi?" he questioned, the black smoke of the individual erupting.
"A trigger, so it is related to it," the middle-aged man thought, opening his mouth to probe further, but the figure in front of them seemed enraged as it stepped forward, a long sword forming from the black smoke around it.
"An aura knight, a black-ranked warrior," noticing the black aura blade formed, the warrior was sure the individual was at least a black ranked warrior, someone way above their league.
The figure slowly moved forward, the warriors who had the same thought moving back. They quickly put down their weapons and raised their hands in surrender.