The domes of Heaven looked terrible. The rebels must have been packing some serious ordnance, because there were holes and cracks all over the huge structures, belching smoke.
As the spire flew us closer, I could see that Byzantine's private dome was in the worst shape of all. Half of it had collapsed, and a raging fire was consuming the rest.
The earth-shaking booms that we'd heard and felt clear over at the Bestiary had not lied. Heaven was a damn war zone, and the fighting was still in full swing.
The spire looped around, giving us a look at the whole ugly scene. Through holes in each of the six domes that were still standing, I could see flames and explosions and clashing mobs of people and hybrid animals. Statues fell and gardens burned. Squadrons of angels battled flying cre
