Ignoring them, Grandmaster Jia instead turns toward the southern end of the ship and gestures toward several columns of winged humans flying together in unison as they continue to approach our vessel.
“The Heracla sent reinforcements, which means my allegiance has changed. Do you see what they’re doing now? In a few moments, they’ll channel energy and sound into yet another arrow of aura that can destroy aircrafts and ranged projectiles. The Takangi Mountains belong to the Heracla, and they are very protective of their territory.”
In the distant atmosphere, Heracla fly in a row that begins to spin and turn into a spiral. A spiral of winged guardians extends through the air as a bright spark of light shines from afar. That spark grows into a radiant bolt of lightning which travels through
