The moment the final seal shattered, it felt as though the entire world had trembled with it.
Not on a physical level, but as a deeper order collapsed—one that made souls shudder. It was as if some invisible shackle had snapped, throwing open the gates to Hell.
Lucifer, the Morningstar who had once shone in Heaven, now the Lord of Hell.
The final obstacle preventing his descent into the mortal world had been removed.
A powerful dark ripple swept across the globe like an invisible tide. Any being possessing spiritual senses, no matter where they were, could clearly feel that terrifying, icy pressure standing above all living things.
At that moment, Dean, Sam, and Castiel stood at the edge of the final seal, staring at the pillar of black-and-white light connecting heaven and earth, their bodies chilled to the bone.
All their previous efforts, sacrifices, and convictions seemed so pale and powerless at that moment.
Sam's face was especially bloodless. The severe injuries he had personally inflicted upon Lilith had become the final straw that broke the camel's back. Deep guilt and helplessness nearly swallowed him whole.
In hidden corners across the world, ancient deities sustained by local beliefs, mountains, rivers, and ley lines, as well as unusual beings who lived alongside nature in secluded isolation, were roused from sleep or meditation, their hearts filled with indescribable terror.
They could sense that a horrifying existence filled with the will to invade and destroy had turned its gaze upon this land.
At Castiel's urging, the two quickly left the area.
After the eruption of mingled white light and black mist had completely dissipated.
In the yard of an ordinary American home nearby, a man who had spent his days in a daze since the death of his son was numbly trimming