The sky was still screaming when the first angel hit the ground.It crashed through a watchtower, stone and steel exploding outward as if the world itself had flinched. Soldiers scattered, some falling to their knees, others raising weapons with shaking hands.Kael stood at the edge of the citadel balcony, Godslayer Blade resting against his shoulder.“So,” he said calmly, “this is how heaven greets its equal.”Aelira’s wings flared wide beside him. “Kael, the eastern districts, ”“I know,” he replied without looking. “They’re targeting civilians first. Always the same tactic.”He turned, voice sharp, cutting through the chaos. “Sound the war horns. All banners. All legions.”A Black Fang commander slammed a fist to his chest. “The empire stands ready!”The horns roared.Deep. Ancient. Furious.Across the capital and far beyond its walls, Black Fang banners were raised, black cloth snapping violently in the divine wind. Soldiers poured from barracks, armor clashing, formations snappin

The war council chamber was silent.Not respectful silence.The kind that comes when no one dares speak first.Kael stood at the center, armor cracked, godfire still faintly glowing in his eyes. Blood dried along his jaw. He hadn’t changed since the battle. He hadn’t slept. He hadn’t let the healers near Aelira for more than a breath.Maps lay scattered across the stone table. Mortal Realm borders. Divine ley-lines. Ancient ascent points crossed out and redrawn again and again.Finally, someone spoke.“This is madness.”It was General Varek, one of the oldest Black Fang commanders. His hands shook, but his voice held. “We are barely holding against angelic incursions. Our armies are exhausted. The empire is wounded.”Kael didn’t look at him. “Then speak faster. Time is short.”A murmur rippled through the room.Aelira lay behind Kael on a low platform, breathing shallowly. The Death-Mark pulsed once every few heartbeats, dark light crawling under her skin like veins of ink.Varek swal

The Mortal Realm did not rise gently.It was ripped upward.Chunks of land tore free beneath the capital, whole districts floating like shattered islands as the divine rift dragged them skyward. Towers leaned at impossible angles. Rivers spilled into open air, turning into spiraling waterfalls that vanished into blinding clouds above.People screamed.Not warriors.Not cultivators.Civilians.Children clung to stone railings as gravity twisted. Soldiers slammed spears into the ground just to stay anchored. Even seasoned Black Fang disciples vomited as the world tilted sideways.Aelira gripped Kael’s arm. “They can’t survive this!”Kael’s jaw tightened. “They don’t have to. They just have to endure.”The rift above them pulsed.And Heaven answered.The clouds parted violently, not with light but with wings.Angels poured out of the裂缝 like a flood.Not messengers.Not envoys.Soldiers.Their wings burned white-gold, armor etched with divine law, eyes hollow and merciless. Thousands of t

The blade no longer screamed.That was how Kael knew something had changed.He stood amid drifting ash and torn sky, the Godslayer Blade resting in his hand like it had always belonged there. No resistance. No hunger gnawing at his bones. Just a deep, steady hum that vibrated through his arm and settled into his chest.Aelira stared at it, breath caught. “It’s… quiet.”Kael nodded slowly. “It’s listening.”He lifted the blade closer, studying its surface. The metal wasn’t smooth anymore. It carried scars, grooves etched by battles across lifetimes. Crimson veins pulsed beneath the surface, not wild, not raging, but controlled. Refined.The essence inside it had changed.Godblood. Angel marrow. Calamity itself.All fused.The sky above them rippled.Not cracked this time. Not torn.It recoiled.A low roar rolled across the heavens, layered voices overlapping in fury and disbelief. The sound made angels falter mid-flight, wings twitching as their connection to Heaven stuttered.Kael lau

The first palace burned before the gods spoke.Kael crashed through its outer gates like a falling star, the Godslayer Blade screaming as it cut through divine wards that had never known resistance. Marble split. Gold ran like molten blood. Angels died mid-prayer.“Hold formation!” an angel captain shouted.Kael passed through him in silence.The body fell in two pieces.Behind Kael, the Black Fang armies surged forward. Mortal cultivators, once ants beneath heaven’s gaze, now stormed divine streets with shaking hands and feral resolve.“Don’t stop!” someone yelled. “If we hesitate, we die!”Temples collapsed under formation fire. Divine statues cracked, faces splitting as if shocked to be touched. Sacred bells rang wildly, then shattered.Aelira landed beside Kael, wings of light flaring as she deflected a spear meant for his spine.“They’re retreating,” she said, disbelief in her voice.Kael wiped divine ichor from his cheek. “They’ve never had to defend before.”Above them, the sky