"He wants us isolated with no way out, waiting for the final execution when he comes himself to sever my head."David's words hung in the boiling air of the balcony. Outside, the night sky was filled with lava and fire continuously bombarding the six-colored dome holding back the apocalypse.Suddenly, David let out a stifled groan. He fell to one knee. The black gauntlet on his right arm emitted wild electrical sparks. The six sin gemstones on the back of his hand blinked unstably, as if refusing to be united in one vessel. The veins in David's neck bulged black, pumping blood that felt like molten lava."This gauntlet is destroying your body's cells from the inside, Mr. Vexley!" Madame Wu exclaimed, rushing to examine David's arm without daring to touch it directly. "Six laws of the universe are colliding in your veins. Pride rejects Envy, Greed tries to swallow Sloth. If they are not harmonized immediately, your arm will explode before Arthur even touches this

"Just you, me, and the total erasure of existence."David's words hung in the boiling air. All around him, seawater vapor hissed loudly due to the extreme temperature radiating from Arthur's giant body. The hurricane winds created by the intense heat whipped volcanic dust in all directions, covering the sky with a thick, suffocating grey veil.Arthur, the living magma mountain, fell silent for a moment. His giant, glowing red eyes stared at David with a mix of pure hatred and a tightly concealed sense of awe. He realized something was different about his brother. David no longer radiated wild, unstable energy like when they fought in the Vatican. David's aura now felt dense, calm, and incredibly deadly, like a black hole absorbing all surrounding light."Total erasure of existence, you say?" Arthur's voice echoed from deep within his churning stone chest, vibrating the ocean surface and forming ripples that threatened the island in the distance. "You are too confident, David! Do you t

"This tractor engine sounds like it wants to be buried, Dan!" shouted Old Man Jenkins from across the rusty wire fence. The coughing sound of the diesel engine broke the dawn silence in Upstate New York.David wiped the sweat mixed with wet soil from his forehead. He stared at his old tractor, which had just spewed thick black smoke before dying completely in the middle of the field."Give it a little more time, Mr. Jenkins. It's just coughing because of the cold," David replied. His voice sounded hoarse and tired from the biting morning air."You're too patient with that piece of junk. Just like you're patient with this rocky soil. You need to change the spark plugs today, or tomorrow you'll be plowing the dirt with your teeth," his neighbor said, shaking his head."I'll keep that advice in mind. Thank you," David answered calmly.Old Man Jenkins waved briefly and walked away toward his own barn.David squatted back down on the muddy ground

The wheels of the yellow bus squealed loudly as it stopped in front of the Miller family's weathered wooden gate. Seven-year-old Arthur stepped up slowly, his slightly oversized secondhand shoes hitting the metal steps with a soft thud. The autumn morning air in Upstate New York felt biting, but the faded denim jacket wrapping his small body was not thick enough to ward off the chill.The children inside the bus were throwing paper at each other and shouting, busy in their own worlds. Arthur walked with his head down past the crowded rows of seats. Alienating glares from several kids greeted him. He knew he was different. His skin was too clean despite living on a farm, his posture too upright for a country boy, and there was an aura of silence around him that did not suit a child his age. That aura was the residual Nephilim energy sleeping soundly in his blood, a secret even he did not fully understand yet.Arthur sat in the very back seat near the window, placing his backpack on his

"Get inside, right now," Sheriff Tate ordered, his low voice vibrating the school hallway. His eyes never left David's face. His hand still rested on his pistol holster, a gesture of pure threat wrapped in legal authority.David swallowed hard, fighting his old instinct screaming at him to snap the neck of the large man in front of him. He took Elena's ice-cold hand, squeezing it gently to channel false calm, then stepped past the threshold of the principal's office door.In the corner of the stuffy room, Arthur sat curled up on a wooden chair. The seven-year-old boy's face was deathly pale, his eyes swollen from crying, and his uniform dirty with mud stains. Seeing his parents arrive, Arthur immediately stood up and ran to hug Elena's legs, hiding his face behind his mother's coat while sobbing stifled tears.Principal Davies sat behind his large desk, looking extremely uncomfortable, continuously wiping sweat from his forehead with a crumpled handkerchief.