From the rift between realms, a solitary figure descended, her form illuminated by an eerie, shifting glow.
Angelic wings, vast and silver-edged, arched behind her with an ethereal grace. Yet above her forehead, two twisted demonic horns curled skyward, marking her as something far removed from purity.
Her beauty was mesmerizing, almost divine, yet her expression was cold, utterly devoid of warmth or mercy. Eyes like frozen galaxies scanned the void, landing on the host of radiant angels charging toward the fractured seal of the Realm Gate.
They wanted to break the Seal completely.
But she couldn't let that happen.
So, she raised her hand.
From her palm burst dark chains, thick and writhing, each one inscribed with forbidden power that shimmered with crimson light. The very space around them trembled as if rejecting their presence.
Even the void pulsed. Reality flinched.
The angels stopped mid-flight, their weapons trembling.
