The next day, the sky over Nocture which was usually thickly gray suddenly split open with blinding golden light. Ten figures emerged from that rift, their six wings spread wide, pure white feathers gleaming like snow that had never been tainted. Their pale golden robes flowed like liquid sunlight, and the swords of light in each of their hands emitted rays that stabbed the eyes. Their auras were so powerful that the thin black mist around the castle was forced backward, and the black roses in the garden below swayed violently as if terrified.
Their leader, the angel with the largest pair of six wings, long silver hair billowing, ice-blue eyes blazing with arrogance raised his sword of light toward the sky. His voice boomed, echoing across the entire city.
