Support gunfire from the dome kept pouring down, flipping one Angel after another like a heavy hammer, but this obviously didn't help Bola much.
The dense feathers slowly wrapped him completely, and even Lorenzo didn't quite know how to approach it. They formed a fortress of wings, but the next moment, fiery golden flames erupted through the gaps in the feathers.
In the deep darkness, searing flames rose, accompanied by thunderous explosions. The Angels were blown apart by the blast impact, with the Sword Dancer as the epicenter of the heat wave, rapidly spreading outwards.
The heatwave swept across the bottom of the workshop, and in this nearly enclosed space, everyone could feel the pressure on their breath. In the burning sea of fire, the nearly reddened Sword Dancer strode out, with bloodstains still on the two giant blades from previous slashes, but soon the blood was evaporated by the high temperature.
The air was filled with the smell of blood and fear.
