High in the skies, over nine hundred Soul Kings stood, their once translucent bodies now made corporal by the endless slaughters. Led by one of the Defile Ones, Roxas Lampris, stood gripping a bloody spear in his hand. He had a crooked smile on his handsome face, while the mark of Cain blazing like a pyre of bodies from within his eyes.
"Altair!" He boomed, his voice empowered by three Mana Circles. The voice bellowed like the echo of thunder, stretching far outside the world's atmosphere, reaching the ears of Gods and Transcendence.
"Face Me, Boy!"
From the Palace Walls, they came blistering the radiance of the Eternal Heavens above the skies. The light of dawn shone, blinding the eyes of those who dared to glimpse it. All two hundred and fifty Golden Watchers took to the battlefield, souring into the skies with their golden wings of flames.
