Kanada's voice rang clear across the battlefield as her huge golden staff that suddenly appeared ignited with celestial radiance. With a single gesture, chains of prophecy burst into existence, shining links wrapping around two of the Fallen like serpents of judgment. The air itself sang with scripture as the chains tightened, dragging the towering Fallen angel abominations backward.
Her guards charged forward, blades flashing, eyes burning with faith. Yet Kanada raised her hand sharply.
"Enough," she commanded. Her voice carried the weight of inevitability. "You are not enough to face them."
Her followers and guards froze mid-stride, confusion flashing across their faces. But they obeyed. Kanada's gaze never wavered from the enemy—her prophecies told her exactly what price rash courage would pay.
The Fallen were already beginning to understand.
They were being forced out of the planet. But would they allow such a thing? After all, their goal here was destruction.
