Constantine had to face the strongest enemy. He had neither the time nor the energy to look after the escort team behind him.
After emptying its mounted missiles into the Upper Angels, the Assault Transport that had originally carried the team chased after them along the ruins of the Bridge of Heaven. Its nose-mounted heavy bolter machine gun provided fire support for the Sisterhood and the STRIKE Team members. This meant Constantine no longer had to repeatedly charge through the enemy ranks like an ancient cavalryman and could focus more of his attention on confronting enemies beyond mortal intervention. As a Praetorian Guard, he had to face these formidable foes, who could easily kill everyone present except himself. The boy was no ordinary mortal. Others could not clearly see the Praetorian Guard's battle prowess, but he saw it all with perfect clarity. A hazy golden halo lit up behind the Praetorian Guard's Power Armor, and Celestial radiance enveloped his soul.
Blood-red and golden radiance streaked across the horizon, dyeing Fimbulwinter Mountain's spired altar and snow into a nauseating blend of colors. It was rare enough for the upper and lower planes to join forces in pursuit of the same goal.
The boy simply could not bear to see others sacrifice themselves for him. Enduring his headache, he took out his cards and unleashed his power to fight alongside them. Tatyana glanced at him, then silently made room for him to fire.
The Sisterhood did not care whether the boy's power would prove useful, but they respected those who rose up to resist. After the ladies of the City of Immortals had rescued them from brothels and human traffickers' cellars, only the girls with the fiercest fighting spirit could pass the tests and join the Sisterhood, where they were forged from