Then, two more figures descended with powerful wingbeats.
They wore dark steel-colored armor and helmets, their black wings slicing the air as they landed between Somnus and Li Shen—right at the halfway point between them.
"Huh? Wait, who are you?"
Before he could get an answer, Somnus's voice cut through the air—sharp and commanding, unlike anything Li Shen had ever heard from him.
"King Oberon! Step back with your soldiers unless you wish to die!"
Somnus's voice was cold, firm, and carried a terrifying weight to it. Li Shen instinctively flinched at the force behind it.
It was probably enhanced with magic—something only powerful magic users could do. He had just read about that in a book the other day.
The two winged men standing directly in front of Somnus had both taken a half-step back, their feet shifting slightly on the ground.
