Though the first sentinel was spared of the monster he fought, with the light of the world back, the saint's earlier advantage had returned.
As the god of Asterra and with endless energy, She was nothing but a beam of light that rendered every one of the sentinels' attacks useless, dominating the battlefield.
Both armies stood back as they fought. The scale at which they battled was not such that they could intervene.
To them, it was clear that their battle had no meaning. The winner would be decided by their leaders and leaders alone.
'I'm using it.'
The first Sentinel's eyes narrowed as the second's thought echoed in his mind. He sent a glance toward him, and was shocked at his companion's state; battered, with his mask cracked.
Then in a grim, tacit agreement, they both nodded.
The second acted without hesitation.
'Take the light and basic elements.'
It was at that moment Atticus dropped from the sky into the second's path with a thrust that split the air.
