When the ripples of the banishment incantation swept across that mountaintop, the icy shackles Gadreel had bound around himself instantly vaporized.
He opened eyes that had been frozen for thousands of years in shock. What he saw was not salvation, but all of Heaven collapsing before him—and an irresistible force seizing his spirit and throwing him out of that sacred place like garbage.
"No... this punishment...!"
That was the only thought his ancient consciousness had time to form before he was hurled into the rift.
All angels, regardless of faction, sins, or strength, were equal before the scene Metatron had meticulously prepared.
Equally expelled!
As the points of light were forcibly squeezed out of Heaven's dimension and into the buffer zone between Heaven and Earth—a path of descent filled with violent energy currents and spatial debris—the true carnage began.
An angel's wings were not merely organs for flight. They were the outward manifestation of their holy essence, their power cycle, and their deep bond with the laws of Heaven.
When Heaven brutally "denied" and rejected their existence, that bond first turned against their wings.
"Hiss—hissss—!"
A teeth-grating sound, like red-hot irons branding flesh, echoed through the void on a scale multiplied billions of times over.
Every pair of white wings, or wings bearing the emblems and radiance of different factions, burst into cold blue flames from their roots the instant they touched the chaos—a flame that brought unimaginable agony.
It was no ordinary fire. It was the manifestation of rules being stripped away, the embodiment of angelic grace being burned to ash.
"Aaaahhh—!!!"
Screams rose one after another, truly forced from the throats of countless angels, wails filled with unbearable pain.
Wings rapidly carbonized, twisted, and broke apart in the blue flames!
White feathers turned to ash. Tough wing bones