Ethan's gaze swept the battlefield, his mind already turning over countermeasures. There were too many of those energy entities up front—trying to punch through with raw formation pressure was suicide. The core energy in their bodies could soak ordinary attacks, and the gemstones in their foreheads were clearly the source. If they couldn't lock those down first, the fight would never end.
Before Ethan could finish weighing options, Andona rose into the air.
Behind her, twenty pairs of golden wings spread at once. As they beat, golden light spilled from the edges of every feather. It didn't fall to the ground right away—instead it gathered overhead into a dense layer of sacred ripples, then rolled across the canyon like a heavy, holy tide.
Power swept down between heaven and earth.
Boom—!
Boom—!
Boom—!
