The three of them stood on Astron’s balcony, eyes sweeping over the sprawling expanse of the celestial fortress. Golden spires rose into the sky, crackling faintly with contained lightning, while the vast courtyard below shimmered with divine energy. For a moment, none of them spoke, each lost in the sheer scale and beauty of the place.
Then, with a sudden whoosh, another dimensional gate tore open not far from them. A familiar energy pulsed from it as two figures stepped through.
“Scylla… David?” Remiel exclaimed, taking a step forward.
Scylla smiled, her stance strong and confident, while David’s imposing physique made Remiel’s eyes widen. Both looked markedly different from the last time he had seen them — their forms radiated raw power, and even without wings, it was clear they had
