The Salissic Vein bastion thrummed with tense anticipation, its concentric walls brimming under layers of wards as the 201 Divine Constructs integrated with the defenses.
The 200 Limbo Tier Constructs, their black dust forms flickering with pale flame eyes, scattered efficiently into groups, fanning out to key defense points.
Battlements overlooking the churning horizon, chokepoints along the outer perimeter, and reinforced gates where the ground already trembled with distant rumbles.
Each group moved with synchronized yet humanoid grace to maintain their agenda of having individuality. However, their asymmetric horns glinting under the alien sky as they positioned themselves like silent sentinels, communicating in low, airy whispers that carried Samael's direct tactical intent.
The Lust Tier Construct, towering above its kin, directed the deployment with a sweep of its amalgamated wings, its radiant voice carrying across the field like a commanding melody.
