He compiled all the anomalous data from the past month into a massive 3D map.
On the map, those anomalies were scattered across Hell and the human world like stars: points of missing souls, points of energy loss, points from abnormal reports by the Demon Hunter Knights, and points where the Spatial Passages had been compressed.
Yet all their sources pointed in the same direction.
Heaven.
With Metatron making more moves, it was only natural that he would leave traces behind.
The intercepted souls, the increasingly frequent natural disasters in the human world, the newborn demons vanishing from Hell, the inexplicable oppression weighing on the Demon Hunter Knights' hearts—all the threads pointed to the same place.
More and more Demon Hunters turned their gaze toward Heaven.
In their eyes, there was now only one true enemy: Metatron.
They had never forgotten the truth those angels revealed before their deaths. Metatron was forging a terrifying weapon, one designed specifically to target all living beings.
London, temporary settlement.
Old John sat outside his home, holding an empty pipe between his fingers. A radio sat atop a wooden crate beside him, broadcasting the news. "...Recently, abnormal natural disasters have occurred in many parts of the world. Experts believe they may be related to climate change and urge the public to remain calm..."
Billy ran over from across the street. "Old man, have you heard? Things have been going wrong all the time lately. Yesterday, there was a landslide in the next town over that buried more than a dozen people. The day before that, waves three meters high hit that seaside village and swept several people away. And the weather's wrong too—it's still this cold at this time of year."
Old John put the pipe back into his mouth. "Natural disasters happen every