The battle was imminent.
Schiller spread his Six Wings wide, countless flowing lights folded and leapt forth, instantly transforming into a dense and massive rain of arrows, launching the first attack against the three Divine Beings.
The overwhelming flow of light momentarily darkened the sky, the previously clear firmament now filled with tumultuous brilliance, a spectacle that even the Gods couldn't help but marvel at.
The brutal rain of light arrows descended, yet the three Divine Beings did not evade. God of Victory, Laiendos, raised the Sword of Victory in his hand, and in an instant, an invisible aura of victory spread around them. This aura spiraled into a whirlwind, enveloping the three Gods within it. The incoming rain of arrows, before even touching the Divine Beings, were deflected and fell into the sea.
