The Celestials Descend

Jet fighters circled the skies again and again, while countless missiles in their silos entered standby mode. Nearly every soldier in the world had gone on maximum alert, waiting every second for a possible enemy attack.

Dark Lucifer had foretold the imminent descent of the Celestials and warned them of the approximate time, but he had not provided a specific location. Everyone had no choice but to assume the enemy could descend anywhere on Earth, and every country and government stood ready.

The fighting in the war zones ceased. Government forces and rebel forces, for once, stopped tearing into each other and briefly reached an agreement to prepare for the possible enemy attack. The armies of major powers stood ready, with their highest-grade missiles aimed at every corner of their respective territories.

Even terrorists like Hydra had prepared to fight back. Hydra had never been careless when it came to the survival of the species. After all, if humanity was finished, there would be no one left for them to rule.

At 9:13 in the morning, in the mountainous outskirts of North America, a god arrived as promised.

A golden beam crashed down from the sky, like a golden waterfall striking the earth. A colossal steel silhouette emerged from the towering pillar of light. The giant, wrapped in iron armor, stood upon this blue planet.

Judge, the arbiter of the cosmic Celestials, had arrived bearing the duty of judgment.

The moment the steel giant landed, before his feet had even found their balance, the entire Earth was stirred.

Every government received the notification, and the eyes of the world focused on this sudden Celestial. Countless people felt relieved—at least the giant was someone else's responsibility now—but others grew even more nervous.

"Sir, enemy coordinates A39, B47. Within a ten-mile radius,