The army of the Celestial Court is very unified in it's movements.
Like a wave of gold, they attack as one, charging as one from all directions and leaving their opponents no route of escape.
But their opponents weren't usually Tathamets.
Belloc moved first and shot into the sky.
As he ascended, he wrapped his body in a suffocating black-ish gray mist.
When he reached the very midst of the army, Belloc unfurled his body rapidly, and an explosion of grey mist rushed out.
The substance hardened as soon as the young prince pushed his power into the individual particles.
As they expanded and solidified, the dust took the form of a giant phantom tree.
The seemingly gaseous branches pierced men and women better than any sword. If they didn't stab the immortal army outright, then just a single breath of the deathly miasma was enough to rob them of the immortality that they took such pride in.
