The Youth of Supernatural 2
Riveting Night silently watched the groups. Her own looked the most mature of the lot, as they had pretty much gone through hell and back. The groups under the Five Generals also looked like hardened veterans, as those 5 would certainly not be lenient.
In fact, she was the slightest bit proud of them having grown so much from the former 5 fools who knew nothing about the game to now being worthy to represent the apex of their guild who could train their own troops.
As for those led by Loving Aunt, they seemed to be… uncomfortable. The men were breathing roughly and trying to cover their third legs while the girls had clamped their thighs shut while they flushed deeply.
Those with Warm Spring gazed at the teen with respect and awe, at a level not far from worship. She radiated warmth and benevolence, making anyone who spent time with her come to view her as holy.