Tens of thousands of soldiers dressed in white stood in perfect formation, their voices blending into a continuous hymn that seemed to have no beginning or end.
The words were inaudible, yet their effects were anything but.
Golden ripples spread across the battlefield with every verse, passing through the air and washing over everything within the enormous cathedral. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the very fabric of space seemed to respond to the relentless chanting.
At the centre of it all, Sol struggled.
His body was suspended several metres above the ground, restrained by numerous golden chains that wrapped around his arms, legs, chest and neck. Each chain was covered in intricate divine inscriptions, and every time he attempted to move, the inscriptions brightened, releasing another wave of energy that forced his body to jerk violently.
His golden aura flickered around him, desperately resisting the enormous golden sword descending from above.
