The next second, countless portals manifested in the sky, each glowing with overwhelming Divine Power. From within them emerged weapons of the gods—blades, spears, halberds—each one forged from sanctified radiance, gleaming with the authority of Heaven.
There was no war cry, no sound of trumpets. Only inevitability. The Archangel extended his hand.
"ZNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"
The sky screamed as reality split apart. Hundreds of divine weapons fell in a single volley, raining down faster than shooting stars, each strike carrying a momentum so sharp it seemed capable of piercing through worlds themselves.
Hajack reacted instantly. His titanic wings folded over his massive body like a shield of living obsidian, scales reinforced with molten fire. The Demon Lord beside him was not so fortunate.
