Being a nuisance

After arriving at the barracks, Blake strode forward casually leaving behind a clone in his previous location while instantly entering a concealed state.

"It's time to shut down the barrier," he whispered to himself as he flew in the direction of The Square.

In the wake of Blake's departure, the concealed clone he left behind swiftly sprang into action. It conjured ten spatial corridors across the expanse of the barracks, suspended in the air and drawing the attention of unsuspecting soldiers within the compound.

As the soldiers' curiosity piqued, their gazes fixed upon the spatial corridors, Ten Angels walked out of the spatial corridors one by one. 

"Aren't those the Angels of Tigeria?"

"How?"

Fear gripped the hearts of the troops as they silently prayed for that their eyes were playing tricks on them.