A massive magic circle appeared in the sky above the settlement—not the ground-based circle Elric's mages had inscribed, but an aerial formation that manifested from dimensional rift.
The circle was enormous—half a mile in diameter, golden-white light blazing with divine power that made the morning sun look dim by comparison.
And through that circle, power descended.
Not soldiers. Not weapons.
Pure divine energy, manifesting as golden-white light that poured down from the sky like waterfall of holy power.
The light struck the ground-based magic circle that Elric's fifty spellcasters had inscribed overnight.
The two circles—aerial and terrestrial—connected.
Synchronized.
Activated in perfect harmony.
Golden-white light blazed across the entire battlefield, so bright that soldiers on both sides had to shield their eyes.
Elric felt the power manifesting and smiled with grim satisfaction.
Finally. Cathedral intervention. Divine power on battlefield scale.
