Without hesitation, the Twelve-Winged Angel pointed forward with majestic ease. The moment the signal was given, the Eleven-Winged Angels immediately tore forward in golden blurs, their radiant wings beating powerfully through the air as they rushed toward Irene like moths drawn irresistibly to a flame.
Irene stood with indifferent calmness as she watched all of them close in on her position. The moment the first Angel reached her, a sword swung toward her neck with lethal force and terrifying speed. She did not panic. She simply stepped to the side, dodging the attack with a single fluid motion that seemed almost effortless.
