CHAPTER 1358: KICK THEM OUT OF EARTH

The void itself screamed.

It was not sound—no atmosphere existed in the space above Earth—but every living thing below heard it in their bones. A pressure, a resonance, like the breaking of a divine harp string that had been woven into the fabric of reality itself.

The cracks spread.

At first, faint white fissures like spiderwebs of lightning streaked across the invisible dome of the cosmic barrier. They stretched wider, glowing hotter, until the heavens looked as though they were shattering glass. Each fracture bled light, each pulse made Earth tremble.

On the ground, entire cities dropped to their knees. Animals wailed, temples split, volcanoes stirred awake. Mortals screamed in confusion, the air thick with a dread older than their species.

Above, the Fallen Angels pressed harder. Six of them leaned their essence forward like titans straining against the sky, wings tearing rivers of corruption through the void.

"Are they doing what I think they are trying to do?" Perseus asked, wondering if there was any need to answer a question that he clearly had the answer to.

"It should not be possible. It is cosmic law for beings like them to not enter a plane like this without permission. Their plan will not work."

Crusher spoke with unshakable confidence. After all, a hundred years ago, even the royal demons could not enter the plane without invitation.

Cosmic law could not be challenged. It was as stable as the rise of the morning sun, or the call of gravity to anything that goes up.

Even angels were not immune to its compulsion.

And then the Eye moved.

The Seventh Fallen Angel, the colossus that hung like a moon of horror, shifted its gaze. The molten gold of its iris constricted, and from its pupil a thin needle of black light lanced forward—silent, perfect, unstoppable.

It struck the barrier.

The heavens detonated.

The cracks spiderwebbed outward, bursting into shards of celestial glass that burned away as they fell. A thousand fragments of reality itself dissolved into the void, and where once a sealed plane had stood, now there was only an open wound.

The Fallen had broken through.

The first to step across was the faceless titan. It planted one massive foot forward, and the cosmos shook. Behind it came the shadow-smoke angel, unraveling and reforming as it passed, bleeding corruption into the ley lines that held Earth together. The others followed, each one a walking calamity, their wings eclipsing the sun from the perspective of mortals below.

And still, the Eye remained at the threshold. It did not move to enter. It simply hovered, wings flaring wide, like a judge content to watch its executioners descend. Its vast pupil dilated, then constricted again, as if it were searching the world for the place it would burn first.

On Earth, alarms turned into silence. For a brief, chilling moment, all technology failed—screens blacked out, relics cracked, even prayers stuttered into nothing. Humanity stared skyward in naked terror.

Then, the wailing began again.

In the sanctuary above, Perseus grit his teeth, power flaring violently around him. "They’ve done it. They’ve actually broken through."

The surprise Perseus had on his face was the same surprise that every God on earth had.

Any person that had touched upon cosmic energy was left speechless. These fallen angels were going beyond the natural order. The kind of power that it took to achieve this was practically unspoken.

Meaning that it was not just power in strength, but a different kind of power that was unseen.

Father Black’s hand hovered above the family sigil at his chest, his old eyes hard as stone. Around them, gods and devils alike braced, their power rising like oceans in a storm.

But for all their strength, the truth was clear.

The Fallen had arrived.

And dread had only just begun.

The void above Earth burned like a furnace of judgment. The Fallen Angels loomed, wings blotting out stars, their shadows stretching across oceans and continents below.

Father Black was the first to surge forward, his cloak of night sweeping behind him as divine runes flared across his arms. Beside him, gods burst into the void like blazing meteors—Odin with his spear, Ra with his burning sun-disk, and Demeter crowned in emerald harvest light.

Athena’s devils rushed as well, their chaotic flames dancing through the dark like living storms. Kanada’s followers, draped in gold and etched with sacred runes, streaked forward in disciplined formation, each carrying fragments of her unearthly prophecy woven into their cores.

And together, the war-band of impossible allies met the fallen.

As they did, the eyes of the fallen angels locked in on the assaulters.

"Oh they are coming... the ants."One of them mused.

Father Black’s voice suddenly roared across comms, steady and commanding even in the face of annihilation:

"A clash on Earth will destroy the plane before anything. Make sure to first push them out!"

Every god, devil, and prophet gave a sharp reply. There was no hesitation.

The first to reach the enemy was Crusher.

He swung his war hammer, and as he did, it grew. It swelled to the size of a mountain, veins of lightning dancing across its surface, until it looked less like a weapon and more like a second moon crashing through the void.

The titan Fallen Angel raised a single hand.

Metal rang like thunder. The colossal hammer froze mid-swing, halted in an instant, like the hand of a god had grasped it. The titan’s faceless head tilted in mockery, the darkness around it vibrating with contempt.

"Such childishness," it sneered, voice like the grinding of stone.

Crusher’s eyes bulged in disbelief. His muscles trembled, sweat bursting into frozen droplets in space.

Then—a blur.

Father Black appeared, his fist glowing with power older than mountains, denser than gravity itself. He struck—not the angel, but the base of Crusher’s hammer.

The impact doubled the weapon’s force.

The titan’s faceless head snapped back slightly, its arm forced to bend. A grunt escaped its endless void-mouth, the first sign of strain.

And then, behind it—a portal.

Glyphs snapped open like teeth, swirling light devouring the titan’s balance. Before the Fallen could steady itself, its massive body was wrenched backward, sucked into the roaring maw of Father Black’s conjured gate.

The angel vanished into the abyss beyond, pushed from Earth.

The battle had truly begun....