The Celestial Abode

The celestial abode was in ruins.

Sylvia's trembling hands pressed against the gaping wound on her side, warm blood seeping through her fingers as she struggled to steady her breath. Around her, the once-pristine halls of the Angelic Dominion, carved from enchanted silver and gold, now lay cracked and broken, shimmering fragments strewn across the scorched ground. The air was thick with the scent of ash and divine energy, a sickly combination that made her stomach churn.

She leaned against the splintered remains of a golden pillar, her legs threatening to give out. Her brilliant white wings, now bloodied and torn, shuddered as she fought to focus. Just ahead, she could see the battlefield—the center of the celestial palace where her master, E the Radiant, stood against the hooded figure.