The skies buzzed!
A second later, Serala appeared beside Damian.
She landed in the crater with force that cracked the already broken stone further, her white-gold and verdant wings spread wide, her eyes defiant and livid as she stared up at the monstrous eye above them.
Golden lightning crackled across her frame in arcs of fury rather than fear, and she positioned herself beside Damian.
Across the Citadel, the Hallowed Voice and his Paladins and Holy Women looked up at the broken sky with expressions that had passed beyond shock into the grim territory of recognition.
Their bodies began to burn with sacred Mana, white and gold radiance flaring across hundreds of defenders simultaneously as every warrior sworn to the Covenant activated their cultivation in unison.
They knew what they were looking at! The oldest among them had read the forbidden texts that described this exact manifestation.
