The air collapses inward.
A soundless shockwave ripples out of Blood Reaper's chest — not light, not darkness, but a collision of both.
Kenna's hand is still in hers.
Blood Reaper stares at that connection like it's a wound.
Like it hurts.
Like it's impossible.
Her voice spills out in a whisper that isn't meant for anyone:
"…Why do you remember me?"
Kenna squeezes her fingers.
"Because you matter."
The word hits her like a blade.
Blood Reaper flinches.
Her wings flare, feathers splitting into streaks of gold and shadow.
The angels raise their weapons.
Icca steps forward, snarling, chains rattling.
Dyren's eyes widen in hungry fascination.
Keuirseu's lips part in fear.
Constant's fire roars hotter.
And then—
Light fractures overhead.
A figure steps out of Heaven's tear.
Morvath himself.
Not an avatar.
Not a projection.
The real Archon.
Celestial armor.
A face carved from serene cruelty.
Eyes burning with pure command.
His presence crushes the air.
Even the archangels fall to one knee.
Morvath's voice is calm, cold, absolute:
"Remove the human child from the aberration. Now."
Kenna stiffens in fear.
Blood Reaper steps in front of her, wings curling protectively.
Morvath's eyes narrow.
"You defy Heaven."
Blood Reaper's expression contorts — grief, fury, confusion, all crashing together.
"I do not belong to you."
Morvath raises a hand.
Chains of pure Heaven form, hissing toward her.
Kenna screams.
Blood Reaper's eyes turn white-gold fire.
She reacts without thinking —
The chains shatter in a burst of forbidden energy.
A gasp runs through the celestial ranks.
No fallen angel should be able to destroy Morvath's restraints.
Even Morvath pauses, shocked for a single breath.
Then:
"…The Prophecy was correct."
His tone shifts — no longer annoyed.
Interested.
Hungry.
"Your bond with the human awakens what God tried to scatter."
Keuirseu steps forward, furious.
"Do NOT speak of her like that!"
Morvath doesn't look at him.
His focus remains entirely on Blood Reaper.
"You were meant to be a weapon."
Blood Reaper's voice comes out cracked:
"I was meant to be alive."
Morvath:
"You were meant to be controlled."
Blood Reaper's wings flare violently:
"I WAS MEANT TO BE LEFT ALONE!"
The sky explodes in light and shadow.
Icca laughs, delighted at the chaos.
Dyren whispers, "Beautiful…"
Kenna clings to her arm, terrified but refusing to run.
And Constant —
Constant steps between Morvath and Blood Reaper, flames spiraling off his shoulders.
"You touch her," he says,
"and I burn Heaven down."
Morvath finally looks at him.
And smiles.
Because now he sees it.
The bonds.
The protectors.
The prophecy forming in real time.
Kenna collapses, barely breathing.
Blood Reaper whirls toward her, panic tearing across her monstrous face.
Her claws tremble. Her wings flicker. Her eyes burn bright—
Then she presses her glowing hand to Kenna's chest.
A brilliant surge of starlight explodes from her palm.
The power of Ginny's ancient staff—now fused into Blood Reaper's soul—rises, twisting, reshaping, healing.
Kenna's body lifts from the ground.
Light spirals through her veins.
Her brown hair bleaches into silver, shimmering like moon-metal.
Her skin glows smooth, clean, perfect, like newborn celestial skin.
Her eyelashes sparkle.
Her heartbeat steadies.
Blood Reaper gasps, stumbling back as the energy leaves her.
Kenna opens her eyes—
Silver.
Pure silver.
"Zyla…?" she whispers, voice soft but echoing.
Blood Reaper freezes.
Before she can react—
The dust trembles.
The sky shrieks.
Morvath's silhouette rises from the crater Blood Reaper smashed him into, his robes shredded, his mask cracked.
His celestial halo is dim and unstable.
He lifts a hand toward the battlefield.
"That is enough."
Everybody stiffens.
Even the Archangels.
A seething blackness pours out of Morvath's chest — a living, writhing shadow.
His own curse.
His own destructive essence.
He aims it at Keuirseu.
"Let us see," Morvath snarls, "if an angel of light can stomach my darkness."
The shadow hits Keuirseu like a tidal wave.
He screams—light flaring, body twisting, hands clawing at nothing.
Black tendrils slam into his soul.
His veins turn dark.
His breath breaks.
His wings snap open then glitch between white and ink.
Constant shouts and rushes toward him, but the force blasts him backward.
Keuirseu drops to his knees, panting, trembling, sweat pouring down his glowing skin.
Then—
He stands.
He lifts his head.
His eyes shine pure white again.
The shadow hides inside him, waiting.
He manages a strained smile.
"I'm fine…"
Blood Reaper turns toward him sharply.
She knows he's lying.
She can feel the demon curled inside his spirit.
Satisfied with the damage he's done, Morvath looks at Blood Reaper one last time.
"You cannot stop what comes next."
He vanishes in a crackle of broken light.