The groups were already walking. Neil had flown up in the air a little ways to watch them go. He was still stunned about the changes that had happened in such a short time. For a while he had looked down at what his little village was becoming before his very eyes. Magic that could alter the land he lived in was rarely used, but now it was being used as if it was nothing.
The level of teamwork that he witnessed also made him disappointed by his own race and empire. He had seen so many fights in his time. He had been on battlefields where the only thought for every angel was survival.
Different opinions and even the slight differences in affinity had led to the death of entire families. To call the angel race a mess was too small. Especially when compared to the races he had never seen in his life and knew nothing about that had shown up right where he lived and had already offered a helping hand.
