Chapter 96. ?
The skies split open.
From above, seven radiant lights descended, wings spread wide, blades drawn. Behind them, countless angels followed. Millions of divine warriors, armed in gold and light, ready for war.
Abaddon stood still atop the ruined kingdom, his eyes fixed on the heavens.
He did not flinch.
"So... it's finally come to this," he said softly.
Then the ground behind him shifted.
The swarm, once a mass of locusts buzzing in shadow, began to change.
One by one, the creatures transformed. No longer insects. They grew, reshaping into fully evolved, human-sized warriors. Their bodies were wrapped in dark armor. Their limbs, sharpened into scythe-like blades, gleamed under the fading light. Their wings, folded behind them, shimmered like metal, meant not just for flight, but for cutting through enemies and armor.
They formed into perfect rows, on the earth, in the sky, across the shattered plains.
And on Abaddon's back stood Shatterclaw, silent, waiting.
