The battlefield was quiet. Too quiet.
Days had passed since the Seraphic Invasion. The world had expected the skies to retaliate with holy fury, to wipe Rei and his Blood Army from existence. But instead—there was silence. The heavens watched… and waited.
Inside the crimson-lit war chamber of the Blood Castle, Rei paced slowly, a chalice of darkened blood resting in his hand. His generals—Kael, Veyra, and Rook—stood nearby, tense and alert. Each bore fresh scars, but none spoke. They felt it too:
This wasn't victory. It was the calm before the storm.
> [World Tension: High.]
[Blood Sovereign Reputation: Tyrant of the Crimson Eclipse.]
Rei set the chalice down and looked up at the map projected before him. A massive glyph blinked at the center—The Gates of Seraphim, located high within the Clouded Peaks.
"They haven't struck back yet," Veyra said, adjusting her bone-carved spear. "But they will. The silence is a trap."
"No," Rei said quietly. "It's fear."
The room fell silent.
Rei continued. "They saw something that day. Not just power. But resolve. The kind of resolve that doesn't shatter under divine judgment. They know I'm not a mortal trying to rebel. I'm a Sovereign building a new law. One written in blood… and unafraid of gods."
Kael clenched his fist. "Then why wait?"
Rei turned toward the window. The sky outside was crimson again—twisted clouds from his awakening still remained above.
"Because they're not just preparing for war," he said. "They're calling their Creator."
A cold chill swept through the room.
The Creator.
The one who had never interfered directly. The one whispered about in forgotten scripture and sealed texts. The one who had created the system that bound mortals and gods alike.
> [Divine Signal Detected.]
[Incoming Message: Celestial Level - Classified Priority.]
A glowing glyph burned into the air before Rei.
Then, a voice—not loud, not angry—but impossibly calm, echoed through the room. It wasn't just heard. It was felt.
> "Rei Kisaragi. Your existence is incompatible with the grand design. Cease your ascent, or the world will be reset."
Rei didn't blink.
"Then reset it," he replied. "But know this—I'll still rise. Even from ash."
The message vanished.
And in its place, a warning appeared.
> [Creator's Avatar: Descending.]
[Time Remaining: 72 Hours.]
Rei looked over his army, then back to his generals.
"We have three days before something we've never faced touches this world," he said.
Veyra stepped forward. "What do we do?"
Rei's eyes burned red, but his voice was calm, grounded, human.
"We prepare to kill a god."