The blackened screen reflected David Vexley's face, hardened like carved ice. A suffocating silence filled the Nova Vexley command room, broken only by the sound of Franky's panting breath, still in shock in front of his computer. A challenge had been thrown globally, and this time the enemy held control over the minds of all humanity."I will go," David said, breaking the silence, his voice calm, flat, yet radiating undeniable authority."Are you crazy, David?!" Elena exclaimed. The Mafia Queen immediately handed baby Arthur to Victoria and ran to hold her husband's arm. Tears welled up again in her brown eyes. "That's a suicide trap! You can't go to Antarctica alone!""Boss, let me come with you," Isabella cut in, cocking her submachine gun. Her eyes burned with determination. "I don't care if he has glowing wings or whatever. I'll put a hole in his head.""My swords are also ready to behead his arrogance, Master," Mei Lin added, stepping forward to stand by David's side.David look

"Goodbye, David Vexley," Lucifer said.The winged man of light smiled widely, savoring the sight as cosmic sins were forcibly uprooted from the body of the world's ruler, who was now utterly powerless.The Gold Ring of Greed, the Red Ring of Wrath, the Blue Ring of Sloth, and the Orange Ring of Gluttony floated in the air, slipping off David's fingers which now reverted to those of an ordinary human. Even the infinity symbol tattoo on David's chest evaporated into purple smoke, followed by the green slime of the Envy aura seeping from his pores. They all gathered above Lucifer's palm, condensing into six pulsating energy orbs, then transformed back into physical rings that glinted under the Antarctic ice light.David screamed with the last of his human strength. The veins in his neck bulged, fresh blood flowing heavily from his nose and torn mouth. He felt as if his soul had just been ripped alive from his bones.The cosmic power that had sustained him, h

David swung his bare fist, smashing the edge of the giant ice cliff into shattered pieces. His dense arm muscles pulled his entire body up onto the flat ice surface. The Antarctic storm winds howled wildly, but the lethal temperature could no longer penetrate his skin. The heat of life, the remnant of his pure soul union with Camelia in the astral realm, continued to evaporate the snow around his feet.In the distance, the White City loomed arrogantly. The light from Lucifer's crystal palace split the polar darkness with its blinding rays. The Morning Star must be sitting on his throne, celebrating his victory.David did not run hurriedly. He walked with slow but certain steps, without using teleportation or shadow manipulation. He walked on his two human legs, piercing the storm with a broad, bare chest clean of all cursed tattoos.Inside the main hall of the crystal palace, Lucifer stood upon a glowing ice altar. The six sin rings floated in the air, revolving around an incredibly b

Hundreds of missiles, armor-piercing bullets, and energy slashes shot out simultaneously, piercing the Antarctic night sky. The all-out war between humans and a false god had just exploded with a resounding roar that shook the entire ice continent.Explosion after explosion painted the form of the Dragon of Light. Lucifer roared in anger. The barrage of rocket launcher fire from Isabella and Franky's tank cannon indeed could not penetrate those scales of pure light directly, but the series of explosions created a very thick smokescreen and ice shrapnel. The Morning Star's focus was divided, busy spewing white fire at the Vexley troop lines that continued to spread out and move nimbly under Elena's tactical command.This was a golden opportunity. David threw his long-barreled rifle into a snowbank. Firearms would not be able to kill an absolute concept.David ran across the battlefield, utilizing every block of ice thrown into the air by Lucifer's blasts. The mus

The communication channel cut off completely with a burst of static that destroyed Franky's tank speakers. David Vexley stood in silence amidst the Antarctic blizzard. He stared at the sky that seemed to drip blood. There was no avenue for negotiation. There was no more political intrigue. Only absolute destruction awaited them at home."We go home now," David commanded, breaking the freezing silence, his breath forming a thick mist in the air. "Pull back all troops. Prepare the air armada. We don't have much time."The journey back to Nova Vexley was filled with a suffocating silence. There was no celebration over the fall of Lucifer. The Morning Star, now stripped of his pride, was dragged into an isolation cell in the belly of the plane, crying like a child who had lost his toy. Yet, the victory felt hollow because the shadow of Arthur Vexley still lurked in every breath they took.They arrived at the artificial island when dawn should have been breaking, but