A catgirl maid materialised from a magic circle, her knee kneeling onto the rough ice towards Mel.
A grand army of over a hundred summons followed after her, their weapons settled to the side as they all bowed before their masters.
The other side remained still, their caution haywire at the awe-strucking scene.
Each summon settled their weapons aside, their eyes humbly closed in prayer to their god.
And none of them faced the Undeads, the army of lost souls and grudges dismissed as child's play to their fierce loyalty.
"Raise your heads, everyone."
Thousands of heads raised, their shaky fingers dancing at the weapons with gratitude for witnessing their Master's kind smiles.
Owl Knights' neck threatened to crane to shoulder more duties; steel talons bulked up their shoulders to hope their armours shimmer for their Masters' Glories.
And the Violin Clowns' Smiling Masks tilted, wondering what 'oopsie' they must fulfil to earn her Master's sound laughter.
