Ding!
From above, a brilliant white light descended. A manifestation took shape—majestic and serene.
A white dove, ethereal and vast, flared its wings open and enveloped Riley's forces in a dome of peace.
The light from the wings shimmered with golden patterns, resonating with the Dao of life and protection. Within its embrace, no harm could enter.
The soldiers, trembling and wide-eyed, stared at the glowing wings above them.
Some collapsed to the ground in awe. Others wept silently, unsure whether from relief or the overwhelming spiritual pressure still lingering in the air.
And then—silence.
The dust settled.
The earth had been reshaped. Hills were flattened, cliffs had crumbled, and entire sections of the battlefield were reduced to blackened craters.
It was a sight out of myth—of divine beings tearing open the sky in their wrath.
And yet, in the center of it all, the two figures stood exactly where they had begun.
Riley's arm was still raised, palm open.
