...Far above the scarred battlefield, in the cold vacuum of space, the fallen angel that hung like an eye the size of the moon stirred. It had been in a fight with Tomato, but now, it sensed that it was needed—its white flame dimmed, its pupil a storm of twisting light.
A pulse. A void where one of its kin had been. A death.
Its vast gaze shifted—slowly, like a world turning on its axis—until the singular slit of its pupil locked on the blue-and-white marble of Earth. Within that endless gaze, celestial equations began to spiral. Its body, made of layered cornea and halo-fire, brightened. The iris began to dilate, concentric circles of light rippling outward, each a resonance frequency that rewrote gravity itself.
It was preparing another resurrection.
