Without further delay, beneath the signal of the lady crowned in silver, each of them wielded sleek, ethereal longbows that materialized mysteriously in their grasp. "Formation!" she commanded. With impeccable discipline and training, they swiftly transformed their disordered arrangement into a striking five-pronged pincer formation, with the lady leading the charge.
"Hmm, the Feather Clan's God-Trapping Heavenly Arrow Formation, always a picture of elegance," the heretic god remarked in a composed tone. "Sadly, it's utterly futile against me."
Undaunted by his words, the silver-crowned lady chanted an incantation in an ancient tongue, to Damien's ears, resembling the enchanting chorus of ten thousand birds. She ascended further during the entire ritual. "The moment is ripe for the plucking. Fire at me, now!"
