While the five Dukes burned and screamed in their solar chains above the cathedral, a booming voice echoed down from the burning figure in the sky and found the army below.
"Don't think I've forgotten about you."
...!
The words thundered across the citadel and crashed into the Dominion forces that had grown chaotic in the aftermath of everything that had just occurred. Formations that had been organized with military precision an hour ago were now scattered across plazas and streets, Imperators on their Pterosaurs banking in confused patterns, Seventh Circle warriors looking upward with expressions that couldn't decide between defiance and retreat.
The volleys of purifying light that had fallen among them during the assault on the demons had carved craters into white stone and sent dozens of their number flying, and the ones still standing were doing their best to regroup around officers whose confidence had evaporated along with their demon allies.
