The Weight of the Heavens

Alex soared high into the sky atop a mighty Pegasus, its midnight-black coat glinting like polished obsidian under the fiery glow of the battlefield. The creature's vast, onyx wings beat rhythmically, casting shadows over the chaos below. Warriors and soldiers gaped upward, their awe shifting to terror as the divine steed circled above them like a living storm.

Then, without warning, chains erupted from the fabric of reality. The Pegasus reared, its wings hurling gusts of wind that stirred the smoke-laden air as the gleaming binds coiled around every god. The divine beings thrashed, but the chains held fast, pinning even the mightiest to the scorched earth. A hushed shock gripped the battlefield, all except Marlowe, who stood untouched, his gaze locked on the winged silhouette above.

"The evolve hell horse is finished…"