While Anharya and his five-hundred elites, Dasra and Mishri prepared to leave their bases to investigate the origin of the structure change, thousands of light beams erupted from the Jade Dynasty and crossed the sky to descend upon them!
Their eyes rose and as the light dispersed, they were startled to see a legion of five-thousand beauties dressed in three-winged bronze armors at the helm of which eight with silver armors stood. Those five-thousand women appeared like an organized division forming five distinct lines of female soldiers.
Five lines breathing discipline.
But while the cultivation of this force failed to trigger any awe within the demons, within the devas, it was another story. Aakash, in particular, felt as if a nightmare had descended from heaven's vault to obliterate his good mood.
"Five thousand with three pairs of wings, eight with four. Tarnation, they had that much left?"