The demon world was half dark red, half golden.
What the angels saw when they looked up was not the sky, but the demon world. When the demons looked up, they saw the angel world.
Fear—fear unlike anything they had ever known!
The angels did not know fear, because there was no place for fear in order. Yet at this moment, fear burrowed into their veins like venom.
They feared that dark red sky, the dark claws lunging from beyond the rift, and the monster chewing flesh.
What they feared was not death, but chaos—the void where nothing remained, nothing was certain, and nothing could be controlled after their order collapsed.
The demons did not know fear either, because there was no place for fear in chaos.
They had only instinct.
But now, their instincts told them that those glowing birdmen were more terrifying than anything they had ever seen. Not because they were strong, but because they were unlike anything.
They were too orderly, too bright, too uniform, like a wall without a single crack. Demons did not fear walls. What demons feared were walls without cracks.
Fear bred madness.
The angels began charging at any cost, not to win, but to make the fear disappear.
Only by destroying the source of fear could fear vanish.
The demons likewise began charging at any cost, not to eat, but to extinguish that light.
As long as the light went out, darkness would be the only thing left.
The war escalated!
It was no longer army against army, but world against world. The angels no longer formed ranks, no longer had any organization. They poured out from every corner, every crack, every crevice.
Holy light was no longer a spear, but a torrential downpour. Every drop could kill a demon.
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