The Warlords

The five Lower Star Soldier Ascendants under Lucien sat around a secluded meeting room, the tension between them palpable as they absorbed the latest report.

Darius, their leader—a towering figure with close-cropped dark hair and a scar across his brow—broke the silence, his voice measured and controlled. "So, Ethan Cole managed to take down all four of them. Alone."

Vera, a sharp-eyed woman known for her calculated approach, narrowed her gaze. "All of them? That doesn't make sense. Last we heard, he was barely a Lower Apprentice. Either someone's feeding us bad information, or he's hiding much more power than we thought."

Rhys, ever the quiet strategist, leaned back, his expression thoughtful. "Doesn't add up. No one at that level should be able to handle four Middle Star Ascendants by themselves. Maybe he has connections or allies backing him we don't know about."