The skies of the Seventh omniverse were forged of polished bronze. There were no clouds to soften the harsh glare of the chained stars. Each celestial body was imprisoned within colossal cages of black iron. Their pure light was drained continuously through massive runic chains to feed the endless furnaces below. It was a domain of absolute, stagnant order.
A million warning bells tolled across the brass heavens. The sound was deafening. It was a heavy, mournful ringing that shook the foundations of the metal planets.
The silver swarm descended. They were the Iron Seraphim. They were artificial angels forged from cold steel and bound by strict, unforgiving enchantments. Their wings were crafted from thousands of razor thin silver blades. Their eyes burned with a cold, soulless blue fire. They carried long lances of concentrated astral light, weapons designed to completely sever a soul from existence.
