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As the representatives of each region stepped forward to respond to the monsters' challenge, a tense silence fell over the scene. The intermediaries, chosen to convey the message of their respective regions, stood before the towering figures with determination in their eyes.

"Listen up, you overgrown beasts!" shouted the intermediary from the South, a fire of defiance burning in their gaze. "We accept your challenge! In three months, we'll bring you down and show you the true strength of the South!"

The monsters observed the scene with curiosity, their expressions inscrutable as they listened to the intermediary's bold words.

The intermediary from the West stepped forward next, their voice laced with confidence. "We won't back down from your challenge! In three months, we'll unleash our powers upon you and prove that the West is not to be underestimated!"

The monsters exchanged glances, seemingly unmoved by the response. They awaited the next intermediary with a stoic demeanor.

Representing the Central Plains, the intermediary stepped forward, a hint of annoyance evident on their face. "Fine, we accept your challenge. But let me make one thing clear: your self-proclaimed superiority means nothing to us. We'll wipe that smug look off your faces in three months!"

The monsters observed the Central Plains representative with an air of indifference, seemingly unimpressed by their defiant words.

Lastly, the intermediary from the North, their expression hardened with determination, spoke up. "We accept your challenge without hesitation. In three months, we'll show you the strength of the North and make you regret ever underestimating us!"

The monsters regarded the North's response with a flicker of interest, their eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

However, before anyone could fully grasp the situation, a sudden wave of darkness engulfed the intermediaries, freezing them in their tracks. Gasps of shock echoed through the air as the monsters unleashed a devastating attack, leaving the intermediaries lifeless on the ground.

The onlookers watched in horror as the monsters revealed their true intentions—provocation and a blatant disregard for the four regions. The act served as a grim reminder for the people of the Germundia continent that the monsters didn't think of them as a threat.

"Trashes aren't qualified to open their mouths..." The monsters turned away from the fallen intermediaries, their attention seemingly diverted elsewhere. It was clear that the four regions held little significance in their eyes, mere pawns in a larger game.

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As news of the four intermediaries' deaths spread, a wave of anger and outrage swept through the officials of the South, North, West, and Central Plains. The act of killing messengers, who were traditionally regarded as neutral figures, was seen as a gross violation of ethical norms that had been upheld since ancient times.

Fury etched on their faces, the top officials from each region gathered to discuss the heinous provocation. Their voices rang out in a mix of frustration and determination.

"What audacity! Killing intermediaries is unheard of! It shows their complete disregard for any semblance of honor," exclaimed one official, slamming their fist on the table. "We cannot let this act go unanswered. We must give these monsters a lesson they won't soon forget!"

Nods of agreement filled the room as the officials shared in the sentiment of retaliation. The monsters' actions had crossed a line, and they were determined to make them pay for their arrogance.

Meanwhile, among the people, a fervor began to take hold. The news of the intermediaries' deaths fueled their anger and stirred a collective desire for justice. They clamored for the arrival of the top fighters, who would represent their regions in three months' time, and they urged them to deliver a resounding blow to the monsters.

Voices rang out in the streets, their tone a mix of defiance and determination. "Show those monsters what we're made of! Make them regret the day they crossed us!"

Throughout the regions, preparations were set in motion. Training regimens intensified as the best fighters honed their skills, knowing that they would be the ones standing on the front lines, representing the hopes and aspirations of their people.

people couldn't help but wonder who these brave souls were. They wanted to know the backgrounds of the fallen heroes and understand the gravity of their sacrifice.

"Well, let me tell ya," said a local bar owner, wiping down the counter as he addressed the crowd. "One of 'em was Hiroshi Yamamoto from the South. He was like a blur, I tell ya! They called him 'The Swift Blade.' No one could match his speed and precision. He spent his whole life perfecting his martial arts skills. A real legend, that one."

The crowd nodded in respect, their eyes shining with admiration for Hiroshi's incredible agility.

Another voice chimed in, a street vendor with a knack for storytelling. "Up north, they lost Akira Tanaka, also known as 'The Elemental Phoenix.' Now this guy could play with fire and ice like nobody's business. He had this raw power that made you go 'wow!' People used to gather just to watch him create these amazing displays of elemental magic."

The crowd erupted in whispers, recalling Akira's mesmerizing performances that had left them in awe.

A burly blacksmith spoke up, flexing his muscular arms. "From the West, we mourn the loss of Mei Chen, a strategic genius and one hell of a fighter. They called her 'The Shadow Strategist.' She knew how to plan her moves and outsmart her enemies. You didn't want to mess with her, trust me. She was a force to be reckoned with."

Heads nodded in agreement, remembering Mei's cunning and her ability to turn the tide of any battle.

Lastly, an elderly storyteller from the Central Plains shuffled forward, his face etched with both sadness and frustration. "In our region, we lost Ryu Nakamura. He was a master of defense, known as 'The Iron Wall.' This guy could take a beating like no other. His impenetrable defense and unwavering resolve made him a symbol of strength in our community."

The crowd fell silent, reflecting on the loss of Ryu and the immense courage he must have possessed.

As the identities of the fallen intermediaries became known, a deep sense of respect filled the air. The people vowed to honor their memory and call for justice in the face of the monsters' provocation. The sacrifices of Hiroshi, Akira, Mei, and Ryu would not be forgotten, and the best fighters from each region would step up to ensure that the monsters would face a formidable challenge they would never forget.

A,s the countdown to the ultimate showdown drew nearer. The monsters may have struck a blow by eliminating the intermediaries, but they had inadvertently ignited a fire within the hearts of the people—a fire that would fuel their determination to overcome any obstacle in their path.

In the face of such situation, the South, North, West, and Central Plains united, their resolve unshakable. They would not let the deaths of the intermediaries be in vain.