Amidst the solemn chamber, Derek and Sol strode forward in unison, side by side, their gazes fixed upon the towering angelic statue with an air of unyielding determination. Their expressions remained remarkably calm, projecting an unwavering resolve that belied the intensity of the impending confrontation.
Meanwhile, the old butler, still in his kneeling position with head bowed, couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down his spine. The palpable aura emanating from the angelic statue reverberated with an unmatched strength, at the pinnacle of the champion realm.
To the butler, a seasoned observer of battles and power, this level of formidable strength was beyond the realm of what a warrior realm master like Sol could contend with. His fears for the outcome were starkly opposite to the unwavering confidence exhibited by Derek and Sol.