Leon truly didn't expect something like this to occur, for the gods to directly observe such an event and even send of their own servants, that was unheard of even to him in both of his lives.
And yet, he could sense that every single one of these servants was terribly bloodlusted, all of them eager to fight and help their master achieve whatever dark purpose they had in mind.
Hundreds upon hundreds of figures emerged from the portal from which they had each been called, their forms blotting out the sky like a dark cloud descending upon the battlefield.
Every single one of them appeared in groups of three, linked to their respective gods, looking down at the people beneath with expressions of cold indifference and barely concealed bloodlust.
Seeing them, most of the players and natives shook in fear, their weapons trembling in their hands, and even some of the monsters below trembled, their eyes glowing with a primal understanding of the danger above.
