Displeased Barbarians

“We are here,” a group of 15 men and women were at the entrance to the Dark Valley. Most of them wore nothing but trunks and small top with weapons of varying sizes and types hanging on their backs or strapped to their waists. Some had swords strapped to their waists. There were light sword users and heavy sword users. There was even a woman with a zweihander strapped to her back. There were also people with axes and hammers. There were also about two of them who had spears clinging to their backs, and two more with clubs made from pure metal. Yet the one thing they shared in common was their auras. Each of them had the aura of a powerhouse. Some had auras denser than the others, but of all of those here none was weaker than a Pseudo Nightmare!

Of the fifteen, 5 were at the High Level of the Pseudo Nightmare Realm. Another 5 were at the Peak of the Pseudo Nightmare Realm. And the last five people were at the Nightmare Realm! Of the five who were at the Nightmare R