A few seconds after Michael disappeared, three terrifying presences arrived where the battle had just taken place. They stopped in midair.
The lingering storm of wind blades was still carving deep scars into the surrounding mountains, while wounded awakeners slowly regained their bearings.
None of the three newcomers paid any attention to those around them.
The first was a man. Or rather, he looked human. Towering well over seven feet in height, his physique possessed proportions no ordinary human could ever achieve.
Every muscle appeared perfectly sculpted, giving him the imposing build of a miniature titan rather than a mortal man.
Behind his back spread four pairs of enormous white wings. Each feather shimmered with a faint silver radiance. Golden hair flowed to his shoulders, while a pair of sapphire-blue eyes calmly observed the battlefield beneath him.
