July 31, 8:30 PM.
The angels descended at the promised moment.
The sky over the Lower City District brightened without warning—
The dim yellow halos shone in the sky, like a setting sun nearing the earth.
Seven individuals with halos of varying colors hovered above the void, their bodies shimmering with a radiant brilliance akin to deities.
They formed a peculiar formation—three were aloft, constituting an inverted triangle, while the one below them linked the two angels above with the four below.
One of the two upper angels reached down with a hand.
Countless golden missiles, trailing long tails of light, streaked across the sky, leaving contrails as they descended toward various locations below.
But they couldn't even lock onto the mages' specific positions:
