The world did not realize the exact moment the judgment began.
There was no explosion.No warning siren.No military alert.
Just a sudden, overwhelming silence.
Animals froze.Birds stopped singing.Winds halted mid-gust.
And then—
The sky tore open.
A rip of black fire slashed across the upper atmosphere, and from it surged the first wave of the infernal army—shadows streaking like falling stars, diving toward the earth with terrifying precision.
The Descent Upon the Nations
The four angels did not descend with them.
They hovered high above the world like executioners watching their verdict unfold, wings spanning miles, eyes burning with millennia of judgment.
It was their legions who struck first.
Arael's forces hit Asia—sweeping across cities with lethal swiftness. They did not touch buildings. They did not cause destruction of property.
They targeted one thing only:
Life.
Spirits poured through walls like smoke, filling apartments, offices, marketplaces. People collapsed without warning—breath stolen, hearts stopping mid-beat.
From Beijing to Delhi, from Seoul to Manila, emergency services were overwhelmed within minutes.
Hospitals filled with the dying.Hospitals filled with the dead.
Europe Feels the Tremor
Mareshal's frostborn legions swept across Eastern Europe.
Not cold—but death.
Those touched by the frost did not freeze.
They simply… stopped.
Eyes open.Bodies intact.Souls gone.
Cities went silent in minutes.
Poland.Ukraine.Romania.Hungary.
Governments scrambled to respond, but no weapon worked. Bullets passed through the spirits. Missiles detonated uselessly. Technology failed to detect them.
America Watches in Horror
In New York, a live broadcast showed a black tide sweeping through Times Square.
People screamed—then crumpled.
Some ran, but the shadows moved faster. A woman clutched her daughter as the swarm rushed past her.
They survived.
Her neighbor didn't.
"We don't fit the number," she whispered, trembling.
It wasn't random.
It was selection.
A third of mankind—no more,no less—was the decree.
And the legions followed it with terrifying accuracy.
The World Tries to Fight Back
Across every continent, fighters, drones, and tanks mobilized.
They fired at the sky.
Their weapons passed harmlessly through the army, dissipating like smoke through air.
In the Pentagon, a general slammed his fist against the table.
"What are we dealing with?!"
No one answered.
No one could.
In the Desert, The Remnant Stands
Eliab watched the horizon glow with unnatural fire. Villagers trembled. Some cried. Some prayed. Others simply stared in horror as the world darkened.
One woman whispered:
"Are we next?"
Eliab shook his head.
"No. Not us. Not tonight."
"How do you know?"
He swallowed hard.
"Because the scroll said exactly one-third. Not one more. Not one less."
A young man—the one terrified earlier—approached him again.
"Then… what do we do now?"
Eliab looked toward the Euphrates, glowing like blood under the night sky.
"We get ready," he said, voice grim.
"Because the horsemen are only the beginning."
Above the Earth — The Four Watch
Arael turned to his brothers.
"It is done. The number is being fulfilled."
Khar'zul's eyes burned like embers.
"Humanity will finally understand fear."
Artaqan swept his shadow-wings wide.
"And they will know the price of rebellion."
Mareshal spoke softly, voice like breaking ice:
"After this… the world will break."
Arael raised his head toward the heavens.
"We have prepared the way. When the seventh trumpet sounds—"
A deep tremor shook the heavenly realm.Time itself seemed to shutter.
"—the King will rise."
And on Earth…
The screams faded.
The shadows lifted.
Silence returned.
Half the world fell into mourning.
The other half fell into terror.
And the remnant understood—
This was only the second woe.
The third would be worse.
Far, far worse.