Asher straightened and stared at the unnerving sight.
An army of armoured skeletons spat out from the mouth of the Blue Void.
Summoned minions of the Noble Star Beast hiding behind the cover of a sand cloud. Each one wasn't as strong as the scorpions—but their great number made up for quality. From a simple sweep of the eyes, there should be a few hundred of them.
All are clad in rusted armour, but their body-sized shield and sword are glistening.
Durable and sharp without a doubt.
"Makos." Asher looked over his shoulder. "Care to do your thing?"
"Gladly." Makos nodded.
He stepped forward with heavy steps while holding the battle axe firmly in his hands.
As the physically strongest Angel within the squad, he would be the one to lead.
Behind, Fimos took out his flask and charged mana into it.
