When the queen spoke softly with a different voice, more ethereal and sacred than usual, the silver stone altar slowly glowed in white-gold light.
The light illuminated the place around the altar, dyeing the sky with a hint of golden.
A brief white-golden light shot out of the altar straight to the sky before the light returned to the altar's surface.
The next second, after the light returned to the altar, the queen hurriedly put her palm on the altar's surface and closed her eyes, looking like a pious priest.
Once the queen's palm touched the altar, the light Inside the altar slowly spread towards the queen herself, and the queen immediately flapped her six wings.
SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
With one flap of her wings, the white-golden light that entered her body from the sacred altar slowly spread out with the wind, flying down the clouds towards the soldiers below.
