Thunder roared across the sky like a divine drum. Clouds swirled, split open with crackling light. Everyone—Kyle, Mira, Sila, even the hardened Ifrit—looked up.
From above, winged figures descended, graceful and radiant. Angels.
Dozens of them.
Kyle stumbled back in awe. "What... what are those?!"
But Light stood firm, the wind dancing around him, calm like the still center of a storm.
The angels landed one by one, forming a circle around him. Their wings glowed with heavenly brilliance, faces veiled in divine light. They knelt.
"GREETINGS, O SERVANT OF THE LORD," they said in unison.
Ifrit, Barak, Velgrith, Karin—all the commanders of the Veilborne—stood behind them, silently, acknowledging the moment.
From afar, the fake gods watched in terror. Marrigon's allies were shaken. "He… He has the loyalty of heaven?" one of them whispered.
Sila clutched her chest, heart pounding. Mira gritted her teeth.
Then one angel stepped forward.
"Your Lord commands your return to Heaven. But first—" the angel turned toward Sila, "—you must fulfill His final command on earth. Marry Sila, the Chosen."
Sila gasped. "W-What?!" she turned red, her voice trembling.
Mira clenched her fist, hiding her jealousy. But she smiled through it.
Light looked at Sila. "Sila... would you marry me?"
She nodded slowly, almost dreamlike. "Yes… I will."
The angels sang in heavenly tongues as Light held her hand. Soon, a ray of divine light engulfed them. The wedding was simple—but the heavens themselves bore witness.
Afterward, Light looked at the earth one final time. "Take me to heaven. But I will return."
The angels nodded, and in a great light, he was taken.
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Time passed...
Back on Earth, Kyle led Mira, Sila, and Llysa to their village. They celebrated, feasted, laughed—yet Sila felt an ache in her heart. Her mother had told her long ago, "One day, a girl will see the true earth, walking beside the Bright One."
Now she walked it alone.
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In Heaven...
Light rose in the ranks of the celestial world. Praised, respected, honored. He wandered the gardens of eternity—until one day, he saw something strange.
A figure. The Almighty. Kneeling beside... clay.
"What is He making?" Light whispered.
An angel replied: "A new creation. Human."
Soon, the clay moved. Life breathed into it. Adam was born.
Light watched as the Almighty taught Adam names—secrets even the angels did not know.
Light stepped back, shaken. "How... How could he be taught things I do not know?"
Jealousy bloomed inside him.
Then came the command.
"Bow to Adam."
All bowed. Except Light.
The Almighty turned to him. "Why do you not bow?"
Light stood defiant. "I am made of fire. A soul of flame. How can I bow to one made of dust?"
Anger thundered across the sky.
His Eternal Eye dimmed.
His title vanished.
He screamed as the light in his eye turned blood red.
The Infernal Eye was born.
"You are no longer Light," the Almighty declared.
"You are Eblis. The Fallen One."
Tears streamed down his face. "Then grant me time—until the End Days. Let me test them. Let me show you they will betray you."
And to that... the Lord agreed.
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Post-Credit Scene
Rain fell on a worn village. Inside a broken home, a boy hid behind a door.
Sila's voice whispered. "They're coming. Rayyan, promise me… protect your little brother Nael. No matter what."
Rayyan clenched his jaw. "I promise, mother."
The door burst open. Shadows entered.
Outside, Sila screamed—then fell silent.
A kind witch pulled the boys inside a dark room. "Quickly, hide!"
She saw Rayyan's glowing eye. "Your eye—it shines… like fire and light…"
Rayyan cradled Nael, who was crying.
His voice broke.
"I'll protect you, Nael. At any cost."
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Author's Note: End of Neshama Blaze
Neshama Blaze has been a story of identity, faith, power, and loss. From the rise of Light to his fall as Eblis, this was a tale about the price of choice and the cost of pride.
But every ending births a beginning...
Said an Old Men to Kids sitting together
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Now begins: Neshama Blaze – Rihla
This is not just a continuation.
This is a journey—Rihla.
Rayyan and Nael will face the world left behind.
A world where truth is buried…
And their bloodline holds the key.
Thank you for reading.
And thank you to the 1.4k souls who walked this journey with us.
To be continued...
— Arwah Olam Studio & Emir