The Omniscient Weaver unfurled her Void Wings and stood at the summit of Heaven, gazing at this shattered Sevenfold Heaven.
In the dim sky, world-ending currents of annihilation raged. Across the broken land, molten gold lava churned and boiled. Between heaven and earth fell an endless rain of blood, and the Heaven that had once known peace and joy had become a purgatory of despair.
Brave Angels died in their charges, clever Angels died in the splash of destruction, and cowardly Angels died in flight. In the flames of war that engulfed Heaven, no one could stay out of it; not even Demigod Angels could control their own Fate.
Even she felt as if she already had one foot inside the Curtain of Death. This Prophecy Divine Lord, who prided herself on seeing through past and future, could not even grasp her own life or death in this moment. One hour ago, she had never imagined they would be forced to this point. One hour later, she did not dare be certain whether the other side had already reached its limit.
This was the thousand-year war, the God-Slaying War, the Blasphemy War. On a day no one had ever paid attention to, the war that would decide the world's future suddenly erupted—perhaps even the last war this world would ever see.
Even now, the Omniscient Weaver still felt a sense of unreality. From the moment Lysithea broke free of the divine vessel, she had begun paying attention to them. She knew they were the finest arcanists of this generation, but every era had countless top arcanists, while only six arcanists had ever been able to take their places in Heaven. The Omniscient Weaver and the others were the great arcanists who stood at the peak of the long river of