With a mighty sweep of his wings, Archangel Michael generated a massive gust of wind that surged outward, dispersing the raging flames that had engulfed the battlefield. The force was so intense that debris from the recent attacks hurtled away in all directions. Rubble and dust filled the air, but Michael's sharp gaze pierced through the chaos. His eyes narrowed as he extended his perception across the smoldering ruins of Sun Castle.
The devastation was immense. Around a third of the angels inside the city had perished due to the combined assault from Bahamut and Lady Alune. However, there was no time for sorrow, grief, or even rage. As Michael looked to the sky, his heart sank further. Thousands of dragons and saintesses emerged from portals that dotted the heavens—the full force of the Tiamat Sect and Moon Cult was descending upon the Blazing Wastes.
