The All-knowing Weaver spread its Void Wings, standing atop the Heavenly Kingdom, gazing at the fragmented Seven Heavens.
The dark sky roiled with annihilating turbulent currents, the shattered earth surged with molten gold lava, and between heaven and earth was an endless blood rain, transforming the once peaceful and joyful Heavenly Kingdom into a purgatory of despair.
The brave angels died in assault, the clever angels died in the spray, the cowardly angels died in escape. In the war that engulfed Heaven, no one could remain untouched, not even the demigod angels could grasp their own fate.
Even she felt as if she had one foot in the Death Veil, this proud Prophecy Divine Lord who claimed to see through the past and future, could not even grasp her own life and death at this moment. An hour ago, she never thought they would be driven to such a state, an hour later, she could not be sure whether the other side had reached the limit.
