"What is that?" muttered the man named Fian curiously. He focused his attention on the crack in the sky.
From the crack, a figure emerged—a man standing two meters tall, clad in a white robe, with a crystal white sword in hand. What was unusual about this figure was the large silver wings on his back. Yes, the figure looked like an angel with a holy aura.
It wasn't just one angel; several other angels slowly emerged from the crack, fully equipped for battle. Each angel had a pair of beautiful silver wings and a long crystal sword in their right hand.
"Holy Angel Army," Laras whispered softly.
Laras watched the angels emerge from the crack with a satisfied smile. The angelic army was the result of her skill, *Holy Angel Army*.
