"Do not call them beings of Light anymore.
That title does not belong to them."
"What…?"
Elyra blinked in confusion, and Faen—he raised his hand, and his golden halo flared brighter.
"They are not the Light Borns,
They are the Fallen."
He announced, staring at the enemies with a disdainful, almost disgusted look on his face.
"What do you—"
Elyra wanted to know more. The answer did not satisfy her. They were clearly the Light Borns—what did he mean they were not!?
What were the Fallen!?
She wanted to ask.
But before she could—
Both sides, the Light Born reinforcements and the 'Fallen,' ignored her questions and—
BOOOOOOOOOOM
The battlefield erupted.
The twenty Light Borns spread out instantly, forming a glowing formation in the air. Beams of radiant energy erupted from their palms, crossing the sky like divine spears.
The 'Fallen' responded just as fast, twisting their own light to block the attacks.
BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM
