Footsteps echoed through corridors leading to the throne room.
Multiple Angels moved in a coordinated formation, their mystical pressure creating ambient weight that made reality itself seem to compress.
BOOOMMMM!!!
The massive doors burst open.
Twelve Angels entered, their armor showing evidence of extensive combat against the six Generals. At their head walked a figure whose presence exceeded the others—not quite Archangel but close, carrying an artifact that radiated divine authority suggesting direct blessing from one of the Five Ancients.
They stopped immediately upon seeing the scene before them—Rey collapsed before a massive corrupted entity, plague transformation visibly progressing across his body, the Emperor of Death looming over him with appendages raised as though interrupted mid-interrogation.
"A Survivor?!" one Angel shouted with genuine shock. "There's actually someone still alive down here!"
