Lucifer signalled again, and Seraphina's wings folded inward as she stepped forward one last time.
Her voice rang across the void again. Yet, it was measured and absolute.
"By my lord's grace, the Eighth Earth is granted one week. Seven cycles of your earthen time to decide."
A pause.
Then she stepped back.
As if on cue, the host of Fallen Angels withdrew, their oppressive presence easing just enough to let the universe breathe again.
Even Lucifer turned slightly away, his attention seemed drifting—as if the outcome were already known.
The battlefield went still.
In a way no one could describe, it was too still.
Father Black did not waste a second. He spoke into the private comms. "Emergency meeting. Now."
The command rippled through every channel.
Moments later, they were all there. Every member of the Lenny Family, Gods, their Avatars.Elites from hell and the Elven race that had come to present aid.
