The street wasn't a battlefield anymore, I mean after in just two chapter I unleashed three ultimate back to back lmao
It was no a surgical scar carved through the city.
Glass cooled into warped ripples. Asphalt fractured in geometric sigils. Monster ash drifted like slow, grey snow.
No one approached me.
They didn't need orders— instinct alone told them stepping closer meant stepping into something holy and absolutely not human.
My halo rotated in slow, disciplined arcs. Wings folded behind me like folded blades, light compressed into clean geometric lines.
I touched the ground. The concrete held.
Responders crept closer in cautious clusters—fire crews, medics, civil defense. Boots splashed through ruptured water mains. Radios crackled. Heartbeats stumbled.
A medic checked a survivor, voice trembling.
"These ribs were crushed," she whispered. "Now they're… perfect."
Her scanner beeped. Again and again.
Someone behind her murmured
"That wasn't a barrier." "Barriers don't fix bones…" "Don't look at his wings too long." "Are they—real?"
Their fear and awe mingled into something fragile.
Then the elder man earlier, a colonel arrived.
Dust on his coat. Eyes hard but alert.
A man who had buried too many promises under rubble.
He stopped three meters away.
Close enough to speak.
Far enough to run if I turned hostile.
"Identify yourself," he said.
"Salva Benedict," I replied. "Temporary guardian."
"That isn't a designation."
"It is when no one else shows up."
His gaze flicked over the ruined street—no wounded, no dead, just shaken survivors.
He swallowed once.
"I don't have clearance," he said slowly, "to classify you."
"That makes two of us."
Then the world shifted again.
Armored boots thundered across the street. Holy-tech rods lit. Cold shimmer rippled through the air.
Someone shouted
"Cathedral Directorate incoming!"
Responders stiffened. Civilians stepped back like a tide pulled outward.
The formation split.
Director Halden stepped out.
A man whose faith had been filed into a weapon, not a zealot.
He scanned the destruction… then me.
"Colonel," Halden said. "Field command is under Cathedral authority."
"With respect—" the colonel began.
"Noted," Halden interrupted. "Irrelevant."
His gaze locked on mine.
"Unregistered Celestial entity," he said. "You will submit for containment."
Rods angled toward me, glowing hotter.
I sighed.
"Your hospitality is terrible."
Halden continued, tone steady
"For three decades, Firania has endured breaches and Celestial constructs without explanation. Our job is to stabilize the unknown. You arrived untracked, unclassified, and wield power beyond recorded limits. That makes you a hazard."
"Activate suppression."
The rods linked.
Not quietly—
but with a crack like lightning stitching itself through the air.
Blue-white lines snapped between each rod, then shifted into gold as they synced. The lattice grew in layers, folding over itself like an origami of light. Geometry spiraled upward—triangles inside circles inside rotating sigils—forming a half-dome suspended above the street.
Heat bled out of the world.
Wind halted.
Leaves froze mid-fall.
Radio chatter glitched into silence.
Then the dome descended.
Slow at first—
then faster, with the weight of something pushing reality downward.
Light latticed into structure—
hexagonal plates forming in perfect symmetry, each one humming like a tuning fork struck against the sky.
The air thickened—
instantly.
A dense pressure punched into the lungs of everyone nearby.
Responders staggered.
Civilians dropped to their knees.
One agent's breathing mask cracked from the strain.
It didn't feel like atmosphere anymore.
It felt like the world it self compressing.
The temperature plunged, frosting the rims of the rods.
Concrete groaned as if forced to carry an invisible mountain.
Pressure folded down on reality
Literally.
Streetlights bent subtly toward the center of the containment.
Glass warped.
Loose gravel slid inward.
The asphalt surface rippled like dark water trying to form a whirlpool.
People clutched their heads, gasping.
The colonel braced against a van as it tilted half an inch toward me.
A responder vomited from sudden vertigo.
Even Halden's boots dragged half a centimeter forward across the gritty pavement—
small, but enough to show how strong the field actually was.
Light bled white-blue, then gold again.
The dome's shape sharpened.
You could hear it—
the hum of a massive force trying to lock onto a target it couldn't define.
A low, subsonic vibration crawled through the street.
Cars trembled.
Windows shook in their frames.
The dome had one goal, want to shit over me.
Light folded inward like water draining. Rods sparked violently. One agent dropped his weapon, shaking.
"Director," he stammered, "the dome couldn't anchor. It wasn't resisted—it had nothing to attach to."
Halden's composure cracked.
"What did you do?" he whispered.
I shrugged.
"Wrong tool. Wrong target."
Fear rippled through the squad.
The colonel snapped, "Halden, he SAVED—"
Halden barked: "PREPARE THE CONDUIT!"
Agents flinched.
"Director—Sir—the Seraphic Chain risks destabilizing the active rift—"
"We have no choice!"
The ground lit with spiraling gold. Runes burst upward. A vortex formed—unstable, aggressive, wrong.
The colonel cursed quietly. "Halden, STOP—"
Too late.
The conduit tore open.
Light slammed downward— and something colossal descended through it, half-formed and furious.
A Seraphic Paladin. Throne-class ( what ever that mean ) Ten meters tall. Armor like sculpted scripture. Halo segmented into spinning blades of light.
It landed with a quake that split pavement.
Responders fell. Civilians screamed. Halden trembled—but didn't step back.
The Seraph's head rotated toward me. Reality trembled in its wake.
Halden thrust a hand forward.
"SERAPH! Judge the anomaly!"
The Seraph processed— runes flickering like glitching code.
"COMMAND RECEIVED. TARGET: UNREGISTERED CELESTIAL. EXECUTING JUDGMENT."
Its sword manifested—shuddering, unstable, deadly.
Then—
Light fell.
The beam hit me with the force of divine execution, vaporizing stone, melting asphalt, hollowing a crater around me.
[ Threat Level: Minor. ]
[ Deploying Aegis Sanctum. ]
[ Output Allocation: Minimal. ]
A thin dome of soft radiance unfolded.
The Seraph's attack splashed against it like rain on glass.
When the light cleared—
I hadn't moved.
Dust drifted. Silence rang. My halo spun lazily.
The Seraph froze.
Its halo stuttered. Armor spasmed. Runes scrambled in panic.
Then its voice fractured into trembling echoes
"AUTHORITY… COMPARISON… SUPERIOR ENTITY DETECTED…"
A ten-meter Celestial construct lowered its head.
And knelt. ( Lololol )
The street gasped as one.
The colonel staggered backward. Agents dropped their rods. Someone fainted.
Halden broke completely.
"There is nothing… nothing above a Throne…" he whispered. "Nothing left listening on that side…"
I stepped forward. My halo expanded in a cold geometric flare.
"You didn't summon a judge," I said quietly.
I placed my hand on the Seraph's bowed helm.
Its armor trembled like a terrified animal.
[ Celestial Pattern: Synchronized ] [ Override: Enabled ]
"Return."
The Seraph dissolved into golden fragments, pulled upward like reversed snow.
The conduit shattered. The rods exploded. The ritual failed.
Halden collapsed onto the pavement, whispering
"We… we tried to judge you…"
I walked past him without looking down.
"No," I said. "You dragged a soldier down to kneel."