Far above, back beyond the grasp of mortal understanding, the six-armed shadows hovered in the dark, nebulous realm that stretched infinitely into the void.
Their eyes glowed a sinister hue, their forms shifting like dark smoke as they observed the unfolding events below on Earth.
The Stonehooves tribe, with Lyerin standing confidently at the forefront, was a source of amusement for these powerful beings.
"Hahahahahahah!"
Their laughter echoed through the shadowy dimension, cold and cruel.
The largest of the shadows, a towering figure with six muscular arms, crossed all of them over its massive chest, its laughter the loudest.
"Look at them," it sneered, its voice deep and booming. "These Earthlings, so confident after killing a mere Minotaur! Do they really think that's all it takes to survive this game?"
Another shadow, slimmer but no less intimidating, chuckled darkly.