High above the fragmented clouds of the Higher Realms, golden magic power stirred.
Radiant banners embroidered with holy runes unfurled in slow waves. Rows upon rows of winged warriors that sirvived the corruption stood at attention on the elevated battlements of floating fortresses. Their armor gleamed with sacred light.
The angel warriors sharpened their blazing spears while recited hymns of war that shook the air with pulsing force.
Massive constructs carved with glyphs stood motionless beside them waiting only the signal to awaken.
Chants filled the skies as sharpened invocations to rend and purify.
In the inner sanctums, the figures wrapped in light donned their armor in silence. The Archangels were gathered for the battle.
Their weapons hummed as if eager for blood of the anomalies. Their eyes looked from under their helmet with fury.
White flames began to fall from the sky like snow. A signal had appeared.
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