Feylora didn't retreat.
Her aura continued to spread outward. The runic wings behind her beat slowly, and sheets of golden light poured down from beneath them into the space between heaven and earth. In no time, the front ranks of the silver figures were swallowed by her pressure.
A lot of those silver silhouettes had come in aggressive, but the moment they felt the Primordial Force flowing around Feylora, their expressions shifted one after another.
Some of them actually dropped to their knees.
"I never imagined you would possess this world's Primordial Force." One silver figure bowed his head, his voice dripping with obedience. "Then you are our new master."
Another knelt as well, both hands pressed to his chest, his silver glow kept deliberately low. "From this moment on, we are your servants. We beg you to forgive our sins."
"We were blind before, following that bastard Maldrake."
"Now we're choosing the light. We'll be loyal to you forever."
