The battlefield of shattered universes burned with angelic radiance and demonic darkness.

The Rank 3 angel and Rank 3 demon continued their extermination, leaving endless galaxies collapsing behind their steps.

But far beyond them…

Beyond the battlefield of the Primordial War…

Heaven itself quaked.

A wall of divine light stretching across millions of universes flickered violently like a heartbeat skipping in terror.

Because something approached from behind.

Something ancient.

Something forbidden.

Something the angels swore had been sealed in the Abyss forever.

The Original Sins.

Not the Primordial Demons. Not lesser demon lords. Not corrupted fiends.

No.

These were the Rank 6 horrors, born from creation's first corruption.

Each one representing a concept older than angels themselves.

Pride.

Greed.

Wrath.

Envy.

Lust.

Sloth.

Gluttony.

Seven sins.

Seven apocalypses.

Each one carried an aura that warped the divine fabric of Heaven itself.

Their mere arrival dimmed the Holy Suns, cracked the Thrones of Virtue, and twisted angelic hymns into distorted screams.

And they were not alone.

Behind them followed the Rank 4 and Rank 5 Abyssal Lords, millions

in number, marching like an endless black flood of ruin.

The angels stationed at Heaven's rear line froze.

Their halos dimmed.

Their wings trembled.

Their divine hearts… stopped.

"E–Emanations of the First Darkness…?!"

"Impossible… They were sealed! They were sealed!"

"No… n–no, that one… that aura… P–Pride! That is Pride himself!"

The angel generals screamed orders.

"Heaven's backline is compromised! Defend the Thrones!"

"Summon the Archangel Legions!"

"Protect the Holy Source...."

They didn't finish their sentence.

Because Pride, stepping forward with a simple disdainful tilt of his chin, raised his hand lazily…

…and drew a single curved line in the air.

Reality split.

A perfect, clean, contemptuous cut.

S L A S H. .!!!

Millions of angels were erased.

Not killed . . erased.

As if they never existed.

Their forms dissolved into white dust, their halos shattered like thin glass, their divine cores evaporated into nothingness.

"Do not make me repeat myself," Pride murmured, his voice dripping ancient arrogance.

"I do not acknowledge your existence."

Beside him, Wrath roared...

A colossal humanoid beast with lava for blood and a mouth that dripped annihilation.

He slammed his fist forward.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMM!!!

A holy universe buckled.

Its celestial continents split apart.

The tens of billions of angels living inside were instantly incinerated.

The shockwave rippled across Heaven's domains.

Greed floated lazily behind them, eyes glowing with ravenous hunger.

"Look at their wings… their purity… such beautiful things to take…"

He inhaled.

Just inhaling... and millions of angels were sucked toward him like dust into a cosmic vacuum.

Their divine armor shattered as he absorbed their very existence. Their souls eaten instantly.

Lust laughed, stroking the broken divine light.

Sloth yawned, flicking a finger and collapsing temples.

Gluttony drooled, opening a maw large enough to swallow a nebula.

Envy howled, her body shifting into copies of every angel she killed.

The heavens behind the Rank 3 battlefield descended into utter ruin.

The Angel Army screamed.

Their formations shattered.

Their holy legions dispersed in panic.

"B–BACKLINE IS LOST!"

"THE ORIGINAL SINS HAVE BREACHED THE THRONE WALL!"

"WE ARE BEING ATTACKED FROM THE REAR!!"

Even the Rank 3 angel,

the colossal being exterminating universes in the distance

stopped mid-motion.

Its radiant eyes widened.

"The… Original Sins…? How… how have they escaped their prison?"

For the first time in eons…

Heaven felt fear.

But fear didn't matter.

Because angels were angels.

And once fear passed…

Something else awakened.

Wrath.

Holy wrath.

Archangel bells rang.

Divine horns blasted through collapsing universes.

A sea of light erupted behind the Thrones.

The 144 Archangel Divisions descended.

Each Archangel carried enough power to burn worlds.

And their combined arrival lit up Heaven like a second creation.

"FORM THE HALO WALL!"

"HOLD THE SINS!"

"STAND FOR THE THRONE! FOR THE SOURCE! FOR CREATION!"

Angels surged forward, forming countless layers of holy defense. They just need to hold on, the front will be informed and reinforcement will come soon.

Their light met the abyssal darkness head-on.

A cosmic explosion ripped through the divine realms...!!

The shockwaves distorted galaxies, tore apart pocket universes, and bent the divine spectrum itself into twisted shapes.

The Original Sins were pushed backward.

One step.

Just one.

But for Heaven, it was enough to spark hope.

Pride raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? You dare shine your light before me? Before us?"

Wrath cracked his knuckles, grin widening.

"Good… GOOD! JUST DIE, YOU FEATHERY PESTS!!!"

The sins surged forward again.

A colossal battle erupted..

Heaven's divine brilliance against ancient abyssal horrors.

Rank 4 and Rank 5 Abyssal Lords clashed with Archangel Captains.

Rank 6 Sins battled the Supreme Choirs.

Universes shattered like fragile glass ornaments.

Divine hymns and abyssal roars intertwined, creating a cacophony that ripped time apart.

But…

Despite the enormous destruction…

Despite the surprise attack…

Despite millions of angel deaths in seconds…

Heaven did what Heaven always did:

Adapt.

Reform.

Counterattack.

Holy suns reignited.

Divine fortresses reassembled from pure law.

Angelic runes lit up like stars.

And slowly…

Painfully…

Fiercely…

The angels regained control of the battlefield.

"THE LINES ARE HOLDING!"

"PUSH THEM BACK!"

"HALO FORMATION: DIVINE SPEAR!"

A single unified lance of pure creation shot forward.

and impaled Wrath clean through the chest, forcing him to stumble.

Greed snarled as holy seals wrapped around his limbs.

Lust's illusions shattered under divine light.

Even Pride's perfect face tightened as multiple Archangels focused on him.

The angels were pushing back.

Heaven was roaring back.

The battlefield that the Original Sins thought they would dominate…

…began to tilt.

The sins still slaughtered by the millions, but

The angels slaughtered back.

And for the first time since the ambush…

The battlefield reached a terrifying equilibrium.

A brutal stalemate made of divine brilliance and abyssal darkness.

But in the distance…

Far beyond the holy carnage…

The Rank 3 angel whispered:

"So the Primordial Demons are stronger than the Original Sins…"

Its wings trembled.

Its eyes narrowed.

"And yet… even with the Sins unleashing chaos… angels still regain control."

A single chilling realization echoed across the dying universes:

"Then the primordial demons… are far stronger than us all."

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Deep within the heart of Heaven's headquarters…

Michael sat upon his radiant throne, watching the rear gates of Heaven being assaulted by the Sins.

He had sensed it the moment it began.

Those creatures attacking the holy realm… they weren't the true bodies.

They were merely clones of the Original Sins ,

Rank 3 avatars.

Yet even as Rank 3 projections, their power rivaled quasi–Rank 4 beings.

Michael's divine wings fluttered once, releasing a faint ripple of golden authority.

"Hm. So… what is your plan?" he asked calmly, his gaze fixed on the distant chaos.

Rank 3 entities could annihilate universes, destroy realities, and bend creation

but when it came to Heaven's Throne War, power alone was not enough.

"It's only a matter of time," Michael murmured. "The truth of this attack will reveal itself soon. For now… let clones battle clones."

His eyes slowly closed, matching the other six Rank 6 Archangels seated upon their colossal Thrones, each radiating divine pressure capable of suppressing stars.

The moment his eyes shut.

A hidden chamber deep below the Throne Hall trembled.

Seven figures opened their eyes simultaneously.

Each one carried Michael's aura. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Each one bore Michael's wings.

Each one was a perfect clone, forged for war at the absolute highest level.

BOOOOM. !!!

They shot forward in blinding light, tearing through layers of divine space.

Their destination:

The battlefield of the Seven Original Sins.

To challenge the ancient horrors head-on.

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