Akara was a woman wearing a purple headscarf who looked extremely calm and composed—well, even when she saw Duanmu Huai, her expression barely changed.
"Hello, Iron Warrior. I am Akara, a high priestess of the Blind Sisterhood. Welcome to our camp."
As she spoke, Akara gestured toward Duanmu Huai.
"But at present, I'm afraid this is all that remains of our broken bricks and shattered tiles."
"To be honest, I thought you would hide somewhere more concealed. Didn't I hear that Demons had already invaded your stronghold?"
"That is indeed the case."
Hearing Duanmu Huai's question, Akara nodded.
"Yes, just as you said, the great fortress our Sisters of Sigmar have guarded for generations has now fallen into the hands of the evil Demon queen Andariel. Not only that, she has also transformed many of our sisters into Demons who obey her, turning them into our enemies. She even used them to drive us from our homeland... It is shameful to say, but the Guardians of the Sisters of Sigmar are now either dead or wandering the wilderness..."
At this, Akara gave a bitter smile.
"Just like me."
"Spare me the formalities."
Duanmu Huai waved his hand.
"In short, all I need to do is kill that Andariel, right? Where's your stronghold? I'll go kill her now and get it over with."
"This... isn't that simple, Iron Warrior."
Hearing Duanmu Huai's casual reply, the corner of Akara's eye twitched. She had seen reckless people before, but never anyone this reckless!
"Andariel is no ordinary Demon. She is the Queen of Pain, one of the Four Great Satans, and extremely powerful. Although I can tell that your strength, Iron Warrior, is certainly extraordinary, facing a great Demon like Andariel still calls for patience. Besides... even if you defeat Andariel, we won't