Fools wait for opportunities; the wise seize them. How could Kaka forget this Druidic creed?
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!" Led by six blue shield warriors, three hundred Mokonasal warriors, divided into units of fifty, swiftly formed six peculiar scattered formations, resembling plum blossoms, advancing alternately with orderly roars.
The chime-like short metal tubes on their wrists were removed. With a gentle shake, pink beams shot from these metal tubes, coalescing into two-meter-long red light spears. These blood-red spears, seemingly substantial, shone brightly in the dim twilight. In addition to holding light spears in one hand, the metal gauntlets on their left arms exploded into a mass of blue light, forming a winged scarlet blue light shield, fierce and intimidating.
Arcane attacks soared from the main formation like heavenly maidens scattering flowers, with a desperate whistle, straight towards the descendants who carry Rexa's blood.
