A sea of angel warriors populated the vast clearing in the city boundaries of Manuheim. A sharp array of golden, silver, and white armor, in battle formations with only the Pylon Shields as the first line of defense. Their armors seemed not soiled with dirt and had outshone the bright sky above them. Dreygo and his comrades landed from behind the ranks of the Angel warriors, Nethaniel took point. There they found a War general, an Angel of the Second Ranks, Krastius. He introduced himself and greeted them in a friendly manner. “Nethaniel. I had a word with Captain Alketh. The odds are better this time having you in this war.” The general said. The sharp features of his build unmatched the ragged features of his face. His eyes though had matched with his scars on his cheek. “An update from my scouts. Kragus have about a million of his troops. They can’t count properly, they were scattered all over the Mierka hills down the valley of Treefall. It is the route of our scouts to take a g

Nethaniel knew about the underground tunnels. They have set traps below them. Traps that could kill an army and collapse the tunnel in between Decadia and Manuheim. Nethaniel coordinated with War generals to increase the scouts at eight-kilometer radial distance from the shields and possible entry points inside the city. They continued monitoring on Mierka Mountains, treacherous hills from Decadia to Manuheim for anticipating the enemy spies. The dark cloud that swirled above the Demon army increased its size and every minute of it gave horror to the angel warriors. But these warriors do not succumb to their fears. Fear to them was lesser Faith and it had to be eliminated for one should portray loyalty to Heaven and its Supreme. The greater your Faith, the greater was your loyalty to the Supreme, and eventually the lesser fear. They were trained for hundreds of years, some of them half of a millennium to become better warriors for this coming war. Nethaniel do not fear of a million D

The First Realm Wars, Four Milleniums from the start of civilization on Earth (Ecclestas Era), had given history a lesson - Even as a god, an architect of worlds, could fall to the levels of humans, letting Greed take him over; a sin far older than these deities. The battle took place in Hornstrong, before the time of The Gate where portals can be opened anywhere in Heaven Realm. It took a hundred thousand Angel warriors in defense and five hundred thousand Demon warriors as the conquerors. Kragus had his Demon Lords and Arkeus had his First Generation Ranking Angels. Zudkiel and Ezek where the first ranking angels of the First Angel Warrior generation and second ranking angel warriors – Stoic and Mierka (Where the names of our famous mountains came from in memory of the fallen). The battle took place with insurmountable magnitude force crashing against each other until the other breaks. The fight shook the Heaven realm. Lord Nebirus of Earth and Lord Arkeus of Heaven f

“I see you make fine traps. You are known for it, traitor.” Nethaniel said without struggling his feet for freedom. He knew freedom was not a price for the taking this time.“You are so predictable, Nethaniel. You are always a good soldier of Lord Arkeus.” Melekai appeared from the dark. His silver armor gleamed against the faint light at the center of the room. He wafted his sword playfully in front of him. A mischievous grin curved on his expression as if it never left.“Why choose the wrong side, Melekai? Huh! You are always jealous of Viriel to be the best among the third ranks. Now, you will prove yourself to be better by siding with a Hell god and seeking an opportunity to fight against Viriel? It doesn’t make any sense.”“Nothing made sense, Nethaniel. Fighting Viriel is not in my agenda, Nethaniel. Lord Arkeus is hiding the truth from us. I discovered it through the rumors in the High Academes. I have visited Skullgorn and talked with the professors in prison who speak the tru

A high building, almost reaching the ocher skies, collapsed near the location of the Keep. A precipitous maelstrom and explosions were heard from afar. It was Nethaniel. He held no room for mercy in this time of war, or defeat will succumb him. Kill or be killed was the famous mantra during these times. Dreygo understood this, it was always what he held during his years as a Harbinger. Killing was the only way to survive and the only way to acquire power in a dreadful place. Somewhat he was at war every single minute. Even his restful sleep could not be considered as restful. A thirty-minute nap could be dangerous for him, constantly moving.The Nocturnals heaved the caves and mountains, thus hiding amongst them was not also feasible. Nocturnals kill everything to all beings unlike them. He suddenly remembered them in the tunnels, hiding and waiting for the most opportune moment.The Heaven Army bellowed in chaos and fear. He felt worry had blanketed the vast ranks but not obviously f