The atmosphere on the Ashen Plain was no longer merely heavy. It was suffocating under Konstantine's presence. Loriel, whose silver wings pulsed with a protective light, felt her celestial essence waver... She knew immediately upon seeing the newcomer that he was extremely powerful, with a strength that defied any logic known to the Seraphs.
"Pull back!" Loriel shouted to the seven generals, whose arrogance had just shattered against the gray shockwave emanating from the sorcerer.
She did not wait to see if they obeyed. With a gesture, she slashed her finger with the edge of her armor. A drop of Seraph blood, of pure gold, beaded before evaporating in a blinding flash. Under the effect of this sacrifice, the sky of Tenebris tore open, revealing a rift of unbearable white light... Angels armed with arcane mana lances poured out in successive waves, forming a wall of feathers and divine steel to protect the mortals.
