"Finished?"
The leader scoffed before raising his right hand.
FWOOOOOOM!
The army instantly rushed towards Aestrea.
The simultaneous snap of hundreds of wings folding shut as the army dropped from the heavens like a wall of falling mountains, divine pressure cascading ahead of them in a visible shockwave that split the ground below before a single foot had touched it.
The air itself changed as they descended.
Fwoshhh!
Fire bloomed across the left flank, a rolling wall of divine crimson heat that bent the light around it.
On the right, the wind had become something solid, compressed into blades that carved visible lines through the sky.
Straight ahead, water had abandoned the concept of being liquid entirely, moving in dense rotating masses that hit like iron.
And from above, space itself was beginning to fold inward at the edges, reality developing quiet creases that didn't belong there.
