Celestial Plane
The moment Adam said it—
"I brought god killers."
—the skies of the Celestial Plane tore open like paper held too long over a flame.
And just like that, everything changed.
A divine silence followed—shaken, not broken. The gods, hundreds strong, stood tall above their mirrored realm, cloaked in the might of law, time, creation, and fate. Yet in front of them stood Adam… smiling.
And behind him, his people.
And two of them stepped forward first.
Aria.
Alfred.
She, wrapped in robes etched with frost runes, her eyes focused and sharp like glacier edges.
He, smoldering like a sun restrained by will alone, a quiet blaze rising around his form like a slow, deliberate storm.
Oron stepped forward from the gods. "You dare challenge us first?"
Alfred spat into the marble. It sizzled.
"No. I'm just warming up."
BOOM—
The battle began.
Oron raised a wall of golden sigils, summoning divine constructs shaped like lions of law, each breathing compressed judgment.
