The Little Zombie-brand digging beast was working at full capacity, excavating a circular pit. Everyone hid in the pit, watching as Ange, functioned like a magic turret, blasting the angels emerging from the light beam to their demise.
As the dust began to blow, everyone had to retract their heads, peeking out once every few minutes.
Only Ange remained above ground, protected by the shade of the little sapling. The wind of solace blew, but it seemed to veer around him.
The little sapling was waving its true leaves, sending fervent messages: breathe hard——breathe hard——
Once the wind of solace picked up, Ange didn't need to do anything. The angels from the light beam briefly experienced the wind of solace, then immediately invoked the Holy Light Guardian, standing still to resist the wind.
As the wind intensified, their holy lights grew brighter. Eventually, they thrust their longswords into the ground and kneeled, bracing themselves against the wind.
