Yeram died 15 years ago. But her face is familiar to most if not all of the members of the Plum-blossom sect of the 13th Murim realm. She was heralded as a hero who saved one of the three heads of sect.
Though none of the heads were actually present with the invading forces, multiple of her peers from the time of her death were present. They were skeptical at first, believing her to be some kind of illusion but upon sensing her internal energy and the way she presented herself they couldn't help but drop these claims.
"Lady Yeram! It's been so long!" A woman in her 30s, one of Yeram's juniors in the past.
"The head must hear of this! How did you return to land of the living!"
"Clear the way everyone, Our senior disciple sister has returned!" Tears of joy were present in many as hugs were exchanged.
A friend that you lost more than a decade ago, a friend that's now back to the land of the living. Anyone who knows the feeling of losing a loved one could see that the feelings they had were pure. "We can and shall catch up at a later time, My benefactor is asking for my assistance. You can follow me if you wish to join us. Do be warned, a necromancer is under my benefactor's control."
A chorus of nods.
'This person must be a gold hearted individual! To think that they would bring back my senior sister, this debt must be repaid!' The main leader of the group was one Yeram's old friends. A young talent that's in his thirties but looks to only be in his 20s. The spearman, Gongsu.
Yeram and the rest of the plum-blossom sect members cleared the path to the center of the city. They were moving at a rapid pace due to the high quality of soldiers in their midst, with the weakest members being at Elite Bronze-grade. Even if there were only 200 people on their side, the weakest ones being comparable to Mira would no doubt reassure Travis when Yeram reveals this.
But as they cleaved through their foes and made a clear path, they drew attention to themselves. From the more powerful new visitors of the realm.
The realms can be described as a pile of marbles, where one reality can have multiple realities connected to it. Normally these marbles are self contained with no care for the others, each having a reality that differs in rules and inhabitants. When a reality opens up to other realities, there are around a dozen realities that get first priority. Meaning that they are the earliest visitors or invaders of this new realm.
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In other parts of this realm, dubbed Earth-92,691, the Terran regiments and the Murim realms that favor humanity finally arrived. Aiding those with large amounts of survivors and sponsoring the higher ranks with resources that they might need for growth. If the city of Lindburg had multiple survivors, then regiments and more sects other than a small army from the Plum-blossom sect would have arrived.
Instead of this, there is a necromancer. One that took over a whole city, this meant that it was a territory that was worth taking over. The curious souls that wish to visit this fallen city are plenty, multiple of them wish to take over the territory themselves.
A portal with a red and black hue opened right in front of Yeram and the Plum-blossom sect members. Sensing large amounts of mana and a few powerful internal energy users they could only brace themselves before the arrival of some troublesome foes.
"Hohoho, Martial artists? Moban, I brought us directly to your favorite meal!" A boy with long ears and the wings of a bat. Behind him the portal brought about a few dozen red-skinned demons with the matching pointed tail and horns.
The weaker warriors under the sect buckled from where they stood. The mana coming out of the human shaped demon was practically oozing out its power. From a rough gauge, they can estimate that at least 3 of the demons are in the gold-grade.
"Kikikikiki~ The new realms are always so exciting... we can catch these folks without needing to go to their realms!" A tall demon with the head of a goat and the body of jacked body builder. "Your masters are not here, kikiki I'll be enjoying my meal today!"
"Enjoy yourself Moban, I'm sweeping the area of garbage in the mean time!" The boy waved goodbye as he left the region.
In the blink of an eye the goat-headed demon smashed through an entire group of martial artists. Yeram and the current leaders of the small group tried to react as fast as they could but they could only save a handful of people.
"Lady Yeram! The two of us can take this one, the rest of you try to stay alive and fight the demons!" Gongsu barked orders.
Though there were multiple at the silver grade, it was obvious that this thing was at a level where they would only get in the way. They could help by cleaning up the weaker demons, but getting in the way of that thing would only spell a quick death for them.
With a dozen Elite Silver-Grades the forces that were with Yeram is one that was meant to rescue human survivors from a fallen city. Equipped with multiple temporary portal scrolls, their original goal would have to be put on hold as a powerful opponent presented itself.
"Open a portal and run if you have to! Master Fang will understand if you retreat." Gongsu knew that their original mission meant nothing now, beings above his own level were present, the safety of their troops hold a greater weight.
"It will take us a while to return, Sir Travis." This was the chat message that appeared in front of Travis before he looked towards the screen that showed Yeram's current predicament.
Travis wasted no time in opening his rewards as a bunch of notification screens filled the space.