A Celestial Angel

Arthur's Kingdom of Wrath tore open, and a wave of vengeful spirits crashed into the Empyrean's monstrous creations. Each soul screamed for the justice they'd been denied, their raw fury a weapon against the cosmic abominations. It wasn't a battle of tactics; it was chaos incarnate, a clash of wills that shredded the very fabric of reality.

The Empyrean reveled in the destruction; his eyes wild with a madman's glee. "These creatures embody entire worlds I've devoured! Your pathetic rebellion is nothing against such power!" He held up the glowing cage – the source of his monstrous minions – a cruel trophy collection of broken realms.

Suddenly, the Empyrean's focus shifted. "Ah, so the alchemist escaped? It matters not. He cannot hide from my sight!" A sinister smile touched his lips. "I'll simply paint a trap, a vision in the past, something he'll walk into blindly."