The sky above the city darkened as Claire descended, her golden wings folding neatly behind her as she landed gracefully on the rooftop of Radiant Tower. She exhaled slowly, allowing her divine senses to expand across the cityscape. Within moments, her gaze snapped toward a specific point—Abaddon's location.
Her brows furrowed. Something was off.
With a single step, she blurred through the air, landing atop the tower where she found Abaddon, his once-mighty form now bound in chains, unconscious and unmoving. Divine energy radiated from the bindings, preventing any regeneration. Someone had defeated him—and not just anyone.
As she scanned the rooftop, her sharp eyes caught another presence. A lone figure stood before her.
He was clad in black, a mask covering the lower half of his face. Though his presence exuded an overwhelming divinity, it did not feel angelic. Instead, it carried an ancient authority, something far beyond what most celestial beings possessed.
