The world had changed.

  After centuries of war, destruction, and despair, Earth had finally been reborn. But the price had been devastating.

  The Archangels—silent witnesses to the fall of civilizations, the abuse of power, and the corruption of entire races—had fought tirelessly to prevent total extinction. Each of them had carried more weight than any being should ever bear.

  Raphael had seen those he loved perish and had faced, eye to eye, the traitor who poisoned humanity’s bloodline. His heart, sharp as a spear, had been forged in flames of justice and sorrow.

  Gabriel, the bearer of light, had descended into the depths of the Earth, speaking to the most forgotten creatures, seeking to preserve the balance that so many sought to destroy.

  Uriel, the voice of resolve, had lost friends, time, and certainty. And yet, she flew across the battlefields, crying out that hope was not a luxury—but a necessity.

  Together, they stood against the judgment of the universe.

  Together, they gave up their place among the stars to protect a world that, despite its darkness, was still worth saving.

  Humanity, driven by survival and its unstoppable will to rebuild, began again. New kingdoms rose upon purified lands. Temples were erected in the names of new gods, and with them came the return of old customs.

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  Magic, once a blessing, was once again stained with blood.

  Men forgot quickly.

  The witch hunter, Elias, became a symbol of silent resistance. While others sought power, he walked into the shadows, knowing the worst was yet to come.

  Because not all had been destroyed.

  The surviving Watchers still moved in the dark, rebuilding their networks, hiding among humans, waiting for the right moment. And beyond them—far beyond them—a dormant force was beginning to awaken.

  Something had fallen from the sky.

  It was no star, no messenger. It was a fragment of a power older than the world itself. It fell like a burning lament, tearing through the heavens and burying itself in a place where no one dares to look.

  The wise fell silent. The prophets trembled.

  The Archangels felt something… familiar, yet different.

  This was not the end.

  This was the beginning of something greater.

  One cycle was closing.

  And another… was about to begin.

  Uriel raised her eyes to the horizon. “How many more times must we fight?” she wondered.

  Raphael, in silence, sharpened his blade.

  Gabriel held in his hands a book that had yet to be written.

  And atop a mountain, shrouded in black clouds, the eyes of an ancient enemy opened for the first time in millennia.

  The fate of the world was far from sealed.

  And the true conflict… had not yet begun.

  The story continues in

  Fantastic Worlds 3 – Where the Heavens Dwell.