Pain ebbed away. Blood halted in its tracks. Flesh stitched itself back together, and soft innards regenerated inside bodies.
Across the battlefield, wounded and dying defenders were healed, and even their mental and physical exhaustion was soothed by the soft golden light washing over them. All across the battlements, they slowly crawled back to their feet and looked up with confused relief.
"The bossess, they… bend the knee? To who?" some muttered softly as they marvelled at their disappearing wounds.
"Who could be this angel's master…?" some others wondered, their eyes locked onto the shining Emma. The feeling she gave them was that of inviolable beauty and grace as she hovered high in the sky, standing on her golden disk, arms spread wide.
Calm reigned for a moment longer as the golden light soothed allies and blinded enemies… but everything came to an end. The light soon retreated back towards Emma, seeming to be absorbed into her body.
