Radiant flashes of light were followed by the screams of the goddess races who dared to face this demon. He disappeared and appeared at will, his movements swift and unpredictable, like a phantom of light.
His wings gleamed radiant and bright almost making him seem holy to those unfortunate enough to witness him.
But the light that traveled from his body was not warm and healing. It was the final flash before permanent darkness, a radiant death.
Vibrating sounds of light waves tore through the air, each wave traveling faster than sight could track, ripping enemies apart with merciless precision. The scent of burnt flesh and ozone hung thick in the chaos.
A blurry man with a shield tried to react, but he was too slow. A beam of light struck his head, and like a melon, it burst apart.
The charred smell mingled with smoke and ash across the battlefield, his death just one of many in this blood-soaked ground.
