Siege of heaven - chapter 58
The day in the Aetherome dimension began like any other.
Peaceful skies.
Quiet winds.
The gentle light that always shone over the capital realm — Prism Cathedral.
Until the light disappeared.
Not faded.
Devoured.
Across the entire Aetherome dimension, rifts opened like wounds in the sky. The radiant world turned into a suffocating plane where no light could escape, where even the air itself seemed poisoned unless it was corrupted.
Realms collapsed into one another.
Cities, fields, mountains — entire planes of existence were dragged together into a single battlefield.
An army had already formed before anyone gave the order.
And at its center stood Arthur.
Sword in hand.
Behind him stood angels.
Arthur simply raised a hand.
"Do not interfere."
The air trembled.
From the heavens descended the Six Wings of God.
They did not arrive loudly.
They arrived like inevitability.
Sera, the Crowned — radiant and regal, her eyes heavy with divine judgment.
Ariel, the Legion Commander — fierce, proud, a warrior forged from heavenly flame.
Mihail, the Sword of Dawn — silent and immovable, his blade resting across his knees as if war were routine.
Gavril, the Voice of God — calm, calculating, every word measured before it existed.
Radial, the Light Source — whose glow washed the cathedral in gentle gold.
Uril, the Flame of Truth — whose presence burned lies before they could even be spoken.
They gathered beside their king.
Behind them came Heaven's army — executioners, archangels, divine soldiers.
For a moment the defenders believed the siege would be simple.
Until the enemy revealed itself.
The ground cracked.
The sky screamed.
From the darkness rose Tartarus.
And beside him —
The void itself.
Oblivion.
Two dimensions had come to wage war.
The First Clash begin between the three
Arthur moved first.
Light exploded forward as his blade struck toward Oblivion.
But the attack never reached him.
The darkness of Tartarus absorbed the strike, the energy folding into a massive fortress of stone and chains that rose instantly from the battlefield.
The clash shook the entire dimension.
Arthur's eyes narrowed.
Both sides escalated.
Arthur's form ignited with divine light — his harbinger state.
Oblivion answered in kind.
In a blink, Oblivion appeared before him, his death sword descending toward Arthur's neck.
Arthur lowered his head.
The blade missed.
Arthur's hand extended forward in the same instant — his own sword flashing toward Oblivion's throat.
But the marble ground beneath them erupted.
Tartarus had moved.
Stone pillars slammed upward, knocking Arthur's strike away.
Now Arthur paused.
Not out of fear.
Out of calculation.
Harbingers could process thousands of strategies in the time a human blinked.
Arthur had fought two harbingers at once before.
But this battle…
was different.
Oblivion struck again.
A brutal blow slammed into Arthur, sending him backward.
Oblivion rose into the air, unleashing a storm of death-infused slashes.
Arthur dodged each one.
Light formed around his body, compressing into a spear of radiance as he closed the distance instantly.
His fist connected.
Arthur tackled Oblivion from the sky, driving him into the ground.
For a moment, Oblivion was pinned.
Arthur leaned closer—
Then he smelled it.
The stench of rotting death.
Like breathing beside a corpse that had been dead for centuries.
Arthur recoiled instinctively.
That hesitation cost him.
A colossal shadow moved.
Tartarus struck.
His massive body slammed into Arthur with the force of a collapsing mountain.
Darkness followed.
The two harbingers attacked together now, their powers intertwining in ways Arthur could not immediately understand.
Even for him…
the battlefield was becoming unpredictable.
Different POV
Far from the cathedral's center, the war raged across the heavenly planes.
Homan had been in the heavenly dimension when the siege began.
And he was already fighting.
Bodies surrounded him.
Members of the Cremation race — beings who burned the souls of the living — lay scattered across the battlefield.
Homan had killed many.
More came.
Screeching bats descended from the skies, their cries capable of tearing sanity apart.
Enigmatic vultures circled overhead, creatures that deceived the living with illusions before devouring them.
Homan cut them down one after another.
Finally he paused.
Too soon.
Something beautiful drifted behind him.
A Memorial Moth.
Its wings shimmered with hypnotic patterns meant to drain the life of anyone who gazed upon them.
Homan turned—
The moth was already dead.
A blade had pierced it cleanly.
Standing behind it was a woman clad in iron.
Diana.
She pulled her blade free calmly.
"Careful," she said. "Those things are dangerous."
The two studied each other briefly before speaking.
Introductions were quick.
The war did not allow long conversations.
But something caught Homan's attention.
"You know Abyss?" he asked suddenly.
Diana nodded.
"He was my ex."
A pause.
"And now?" Homan asked.
"My eternal mentor."
Homan blinked.
That was unexpected.
She explained simply.
"I swore virginity as a huntress of Artemis."
Homan nodded.
That… made sense.
The conversation ended quickly as more enemies arrived.
Soul-eaters surged toward them.
Diana smiled.
Then she transformed.
Her armor shifted, extending outward into countless sharpened edges.
Iron wrapped around her body like living blades.
"Angel of Violence," she declared.
She lifted into the air gracefully.
Then she spun.
The spinning iron storm carved through the horde.
Bodies fell apart instantly.
One creature stepped forward confidently — an undead being whose skin could not normally be cut.
Diana's blade sliced through his arm.
Then his neck.
Clean.
And above all battlefields…
The siege continued.
Arthur still faced two harbingers.
The angels were preparing to move.
And somewhere beyond the war…
Something else was watching.
Because even this siege was only the beginning.
Arthur vs Two Harbingers
Back at the center of the war.
Arthur finally found an opening.
Light gathered around him — not ordinary light, but the fractured brilliance of his realm itself.
The Prism Attack.
The strike detonated across the battlefield like the birth of a star.
The impact forced Tartarus to his knees, the pressure crushing entire landscapes beneath him. Mountains folded. Marble plains shattered into dust.
Beside him, Oblivion staggered back, his body damaged.
He looked down at the wounds.
Then smirked.
"Nothing worth mentioning."
Tartarus moved.
A colossal gate opened behind him.
The doors of the prison.
Before Arthur could react, the abyssal gravity dragged both him and Oblivion inside.
Inside Tartarus
The inside of the prison was worse than any battlefield.
The air smelled like rotting incantations and corrupted souls.
Chains hung from an endless darkness.
And everywhere—
Prisoners.
Gods.
Titans.
Creatures long forgotten.
They turned toward the intruders.
Every one of them ready to attack.
But Tartarus raised his voice.
"Do not."
His tone carried absolute authority.
"Our guest is already planning to leave."
Then the chains began to move.
At the center of the prison stood a massive dark statue bound in divine restraints.
The chains shattered.
It wasn't a statue.
It was the original body of Tartarus.
Oblivion looked at the awakening primordial and smiled.
"Good idea."
Without hesitation he turned and punched Arthur with everything he had.
The blow shook the prison itself.
Tartarus opened the gates again.
Arthur was thrown out of the prison like debris.
Oblivion followed immediately.
Before Arthur could regain balance—
Oblivion slammed him into the ground and crushed his head downward with brutal force.
The only reason Arthur survived…
was because his harbinger body healed faster than death itself.
Now Tartarus stepped out of the prison as well.
His true body finally free.
The two harbingers attacked relentlessly.
Arthur could barely respond — blocking, dodging, retreating.
Then he moved.
"Mercy of the Fool."
A burst of radiant purification erupted from Arthur.
The divine technique washed over Oblivion's power, cleansing the essence of death itself before sending it back at him.
For the first time, Oblivion's very harbinger essence was damaged.
Arthur didn't hesitate.
In that moment he grabbed Oblivion's sword—
—and drove it directly into Tartarus.
The battlefield froze.
Both enemies were suddenly wounded.
Arthur had blinded them seconds earlier with the light of Mercy of the Fool.
He took advantage of the moment.
Arthur grabbed both their heads—
—and slammed them together with devastating force.
For a brief second…
the battlefield belonged to Arthur.
But Tartarus retreated.
His true body rushed back into the prison gates.
Inside, the primordial began absorbing every prisoner's divine energy.
Gods.
Titans.
Ancient monsters.
All of it.
The prison screamed as power flooded into Tartarus.
When he emerged again—
he was no longer the same being.
He had become something beyond a primordial.
A chaos entity greater than nearly any harbinger.
Only two names remained above such power.
The harbinger Abyss.
And the primordial Chaos.
Arthur stared in shock.
Even for a harbinger…
this level of power was unimaginable.
For the first time in the battle, Arthur wondered:
Can I survive this?
Oblivion answered that question.
He grabbed Arthur's jaw violently—
—and slammed him back into the battlefield.
POV Shift
Far from the cathedral's center, another war was unfolding.
The heroes of Elysium had entered the angelic heavens to aid the defense.
The battlefield was merciless.
Heroes fell.
Angels fell.
Even the powerful Willborn had joined the invasion.
At first the heroes pushed them back.
The Willborn and death monsters began retreating.
Or so it seemed.
Then Achilles shouted:
"GUYS! They're leading us!"
Too late.
The trap closed.
From the sky above, death monsters and Willborn unleashed storms of destructive beams.
Explosions ripped across the battlefield.
Many heroes were injured.
Some bled heavily.
Then one man stepped forward.
Samel.
He stood before his comrades and blocked the attack.
But the beams tore through his body.
Both of his arms were destroyed.
Still…
he did not fall.
He turned toward the heroes behind him.
His voice echoed across the battlefield.
"Heroes of the land will never fall to death!"
"Whether we live or die — no one may claim our souls!"
"They belong to the homeland of Elysium!"as he then continue " remember the bride of liberate what she died for that what she died for!!"
The battlefield went silent.
Even the war seemed to pause.
Perseus stepped forward.
Achilles nodded with approval.
Even the Amazonian queen Otrera watched with surprise.
Such courage…
Such audacity…
Samel picked up a sword.
With no arms left to hold it—
he placed it between his teeth.
A whisper spread among the heroes.
"King of the Heroes."
The title passed from voice to voice.
And then the heroes charged.
With pure will.
With the determination of legends.
The Willborn were crushed beneath the fury of heroism.
Back to the harbinger clash POV:
The battlefield had already been shattered beyond recognition.
The sky was broken.
The land was corrupted.
And at the center of it all stood three figures.
Tartarus — now something greater than a primordial.
Beside him stood Oblivion, silent and watchful.
And before them stood Arthur.
Arthur had only one option left.
The Aetherome itself whispered to him.
The realm of light had chosen.
He must use the first pure creation.
Arthur lifted his head and looked directly at the two harbingers.
"You won't be laughing soon, felons of darkness."
Then reality trembled.
Arthur raised his hand.
Seven stages of Genesis began.
Not as a story.
As a weapon.
Stage One — sepreat Ligh from darkness
"Let light be separated."
A burst of primordial brilliance erupted outward.
The light of Tartarus could no longer reach Arthur.
The darkness around him split apart like shattered glass.
Even Oblivion's form began to distort.
For a moment he was divided—
The faint daydream of light buried deep within him…
And the darkness he had become.
Stage Two — The barrier
The power escalated instantly.
A vast barrier formed above the battlefield.
The poisoned atmosphere created by Tartarus was purified and pushed away.
The suffocating darkness that filled the air vanished.
For the first time since the siege began…
The warriors of the Aetherome could breathe.
Stage Three — bloom of life and ground
The corrupted wasteland trembled.
Flowers burst from the ground.
Fields of radiant vegetation spread across the battlefield.
The scent of angelic life filled the air.
Any corruption that touched the fragrance simply ceased to exist.
Tartarus's wasteland was overwritten.
Creation had reclaimed the land.
Stage Four — astral binary
Two celestial bodies appeared in the heavens.
The Sun.
The Moon.
They moved in perfect harmony around the battlefield.
And for the first time since the siege began—
True light returned to the Aetherome.
The sky itself seemed to awaken.
Stage Five — celestial phantoms
The air filled with radiant life.
Creatures formed from pure holy light.
Celestial birds.
Divine sea-beasts swimming through the sky itself.
Guardians of creation.
They circled Arthur like a living constellation.
Stage Six — sovereign manafastions
Then came the most important stage.
The sovereign manafastions appeared.
Arthur himself.
The final remnant of Aether's Light.
The last echo of the primordial god of light.
His body burned with creation itself.
His power multiplied beyond anything seen in the battle.
Even Tartarus paused.
Stage Seven — Completion
The seventh stage did not create something new.
It used everything that had been created.
The entire newborn existence collapsed inward.
All its weight.
All its power.
All its laws.
And then—
It struck.
The impact was like the birth of a universe colliding with the battlefield.
Tartarus staggered under the unimaginable weight.
And Oblivion—
Oblivion died.
For a moment.
The second harbinger fell.
But Arthur held back the final judgment.
Oblivion survived.
Barely.
The massive siege barrier surrounding the Aetherome finally shattered.
The encirclement was broken.
Through the opening came a new figure.
Olivian.
She had been unable to enter the battlefield before.
Now she could.
Arthur and Olivian approached the fallen Oblivion.
He glared at them.
"I'm not interested in your mercy."
But they spoke anyway.
And the truth was revealed.
"You're not alone," Arthur said.
"You are one of us."
Olivian finished the sentence.
"You are a child of Aether."
Oblivion froze.
That was impossible.
His entire life…
Everything he had ever known…
Had come from one source.
Kronos.
Kronos would never lie to him.
…Right?
Right?
The battlefield fell silent.
And the chapter ended siege ended
(HI THEIR EVERYONE elysium is here writing the story is actually hard like I tried to tone it down but that as much as I could also writing abyss vs Erebus for the next chapter is hard!! How does iralings even do that abyss power basically erase everything I do I can only control his dialogue as an author!!! But anyway your author elysium won't fumble it♥️🕊️)