Reckoning of the Heavens

The world was no longer the same. The night sky, once a canvas of infinite light, was now a theater of celestial chaos. Stars fell like burning rain, igniting the earth in brilliant, destructive flashes. The horizon was smeared with smoke and fire, casting shadows that danced like ghosts over the broken cities below.

Elena stood among the ruins, the weight of loss pressing down on her. The air was thick with smoke and the metallic scent of blood, yet in the distance, a deathly silence blanketed the horizon, as if the world itself held its breath. Eliam was gone, taken in a moment of resolute defiance. The memory of his final words echoed in her mind: **"I will never deny Him."**

But now, as the earth convulsed underfoot and the cries of the desperate pierced the night, she couldn't help but question. **Had his sacrifice been in vain?**

The ground beneath her cracked and groaned, splitting open in jagged lines that seemed to stretch to the ends of the earth. Around her, the last remnants of humanity clung to whatever hope they could find, many bearing the mark that had promised salvation but delivered only chains.

She looked up and saw the signs, flashes of brilliance that hinted at a power far beyond anything the Antichrist could wield. **Was this the return of Christ that had been foretold, or was it merely a cruel illusion?** 

The whispers of prophecy filled her mind. The believers who had been taken, would they come back as warriors of light, or were they gone forever, safe in a realm beyond reach