"Shatter the barrier. I will handle these clowns!" Cardinal Rossi's voice rang out like a clarion call as he propelled himself towards the fifty Cazadores, his figure a beacon of radiant light surging between his outstretched palms. The brilliance emanating from him was akin to a miniature sun, illuminating the dark night with a profound radiance as he advanced with a cold and unwavering determination etched across his features.
"Yes, your Eminence!" The nine Cardinals who followed him cried out in unison, their voices carrying the weight of divine authority as they halted their flight and swiftly gathered, forming a tight-knit circle.
Their divine chants, ancient and resonant, seemed to pierce the very heavens, transforming the inky blackness of the night sky into a dazzling display of celestial gold. The power of their collective faith surged, creating an awe-inspiring spectacle in the midst of the chaotic battlefield.