CHAPTER 178: MELIRA’S FIGHT

[: 3rd POV :]

At the Human Continent where the sky above the shattered plains twisted unnaturally, as though the heavens themselves strained against a force they were never meant to witness.

Golden clouds split apart, bleeding pale light across a land already scarred by ruin.

Melira stood upon a jagged floating fragment of earth, one of thousands suspended in the air like fragments of a broken world.

Her presence alone warped reality.

With her silvery white hair drifted around her like threads of night.

Her eyes, rings of violrt and bleeding red, carried the weight of eras long dead.

Every breath she released hummed with cataclysmic resonance, the natural melody of one whose very existence promised annihilation.

She lifted the Scepter of Endless Ruin, its core swirling with collapsing stars.

And the heavens reacted.

From the tear in the sky, a trumpet of divine tone blared, a sound carved from holiness and hatred.

Then they descended.

Thousands of winged figures, armored in cracked white plates stained with black radiance, poured down like a corrupted waterfall.

Their wings were once pure, but now fracturedz feathers replaced with blades of tarnished light.

At their forefront glided the two Fallen Seraphs.

One held a six-winged form wreathed in ghost-blue fire.

[: Seraph Azrath’il, the Scourged Dawn :]

The other bore eight mutilated wings, each wrapped in seals and chains of celestial metal.

[: Seraph Vaelion, Harrower of Paradigms :]

Both stared at Melira with a mixture of disgust, awe, and ancient dread.

Azrath’il’s voice echoed like a chorus of broken bells.

"The Sepharic Order has decreed the extinction of your planet!"

Vaelion raised a hand, and the thousands of Fallen Angels behind him roared in unison, wings shaking the air with tidal force.

"It’s such a shame yet a blessing that insects like you were born into such planet that you wouldn’t know it’s true potential"

Melira did not blink.

Her voice, soft yet absolute, resonated through every particle of air.

"Insects? I don’t even know which one of us is insect. Looks to me, all of you are insects" Melira declared.

"How dare you!"

The Fallen Angels rushed forward.

The sky darkened as thousands of blades of holy ruin sliced downward.

Melira lifted her hand.

[: Planetary Wrath :]

A sphere of crimson cataclysm ignited around her, expanding like a miniature dying star.

The first wave of Fallen Angels touched its light, and dissolved instantly, reduced to glowing dust.

A shockwave thundered outward.

Entire platoons disintegrated.

Hundreds of wings burned away.

Mountains in the far distance cracked simply from the ripple of her power.

Azrath’il snarled.

"What kind of ability is this!?"

Vaelion spread his mutilated wings, each feather casting a law-binding glyph in the air.

"Angelus: Paradigm Collapse."

Reality inverted for a heartbeat, turning white, then black, then shattering like mirror fragments.

Law and existence tightened around Melira, attempting to crush her essence.

But her Domain: One Over All responded.

The laws bent, bent and then it shattered.

Melira tilted her head.

"Your laws do not apply to me."

The two Seraphs flinched.

Azrath’il descended with a spear forged from the essence of a sun, its tip a radiant mass of burning virtue.

"Perish beneath the Dawn Calamity!"

Melira lifted her scepter.

Their weapons met.

The sky screamed.

Light collided with cataclysm in an explosion that tore a continent-sized scar through the upper atmosphere.

Hundreds of Fallen Angels caught in the shockwave were vaporized instantly.

Vaelion followed, dragging the chains around his eight wings.

Each chain held an imprisoned concept a sealed miracle.

[: Unbind: Miracle of Infinite Judgement :]

Thousands of luminous blades erupted around Melira simultaneously.

Her eyes glowed.

[: Innate: Planetbreaker :]

She swung her scepter once.

The air folded into a perfect arc of annihilation.

Every blade shattered with the chains cracked.

Vaelion was thrown back, skidding across the sky, leaving trails of ruptured dimensions in his wake.

His expression was a sight to behold with a mixture of astonishment and disbelief.

Energy surged from her body like the final heartbeats of a dying universe.

Her aura expanded as she utilized.

A ring of Final Eclipse sigils manifested behind her.

And then her Brand of Worldfall ignited across her skin.

The runes from her Bones of the Oblivion Matriarch crawled like ancient prophecy.

For a moment, the sun above the planet dimmed and Azrath’il whispered in horror.

"How could such a planet have mortals like these!?"

Vaelion’s voice trembled.

"This is beyond what a planet could hold! Her existence is a taboo!"

Thousands of Fallen Angels hesitated.

Melira turned her gaze upon them.

And reality trembled.

She pointed her scepter forward.

"Fall."

The clouds tore open.

[: Planetary Wrath: Cataclysmic Descent :]

A colossal beam of annihilation surged downward, engulfing the sky.

Thousands of Fallen Angels screamed as their bodies ruptured into blackened feathers and erased light.

The world vibrated violently with time staggered.

The earth cracked beneath the force of her power.

Even the Seraphs were forced to shield themselves.

Azrath’il roared, wings blazing.

"You dare extinguish the Sepharic Legion!?"

Melira drifted forward.

"You came here to kill me. Do not cry when I kill you first."

Vaelion snapped his fingers.

The sky brightened... then froze.

Everything halted, even light and their falling feathers.

[: Temporal Miracle: Sacred Stillness :]

Only the Seraphs moved within the frozen world.

Azrath’il lunged, spear aimed at Melira’s heart.

But..her Domain moved once again.

Her eyes shifted to them slowly, deliberately.

She was still moving.

Vaelion’s voice cracked.

"That should be impossible—!"

Melira spoke calmly, though her voice grated against the stillness of time itself.

"You attempt to cage the end... inside time?"

She placed her hand on the spear’s tip.

Divine metal cracked.

Azrath’il’s eyes widened.

"No—!"

Melira crushed the spear with her bare hand.

Time restarted with a thunderous snap.

A massive shockwave obliterated hundreds more Fallen Angels still lingering nearby.

Azrath’il’s body ignited with burning sigils.

[: Seraphic Form: Dawnbreak Genesis! :]

A halo of broken suns formed behind his head, each one radiating the power to cleanse worlds.

Vaelion followed suit.

[: Seraphic Form: Paradigm Severance :]

His eight wings unfolded, tearing open eight rifts into divine dimensions.

Melira’s eyes glowed brighter.

"You try to strengthen yourself..."

She raised her scepter, and the air caved inward.

"...yet you fall all the same."

Her Heart of Devastation throbbed once.

A shockwave of annihilation surged outward.

The Seraphs met it head-on.

The sky ruptured in layers.

Veins of molten cataclysm coursed through Melira’s arms.

Her steps tore apart the fabric of the floating battlefield.

Each swing of her scepter ended thousands of angels.

Azrath’il crashed into her from above yet

Melira caught his arm, twisted, and snapped it with cosmic force.

He screamed.

Vaelion pierced her abdomen with a blade of judgment.

Her wound instantly knitted closed, powered by Eternal Cataclysm Body.

She struck him with a palm thrust.

His chest ruptured.

He coughed divine ichor.

"You monster..."

Melira’s expression did not change.

"Thank you for your compliment"

The two Seraphs retreated momentarily, panting, wings cracked, armor shattered.

Azrath’il’s voice shook.

"She is not a mortal. She is not a Sovereign. She is...a taboo!"

Vaelion stared at her with terror no divine being should ever show.

"Have we been misinformed? We were told this planet didn’t have any being like her"

Melira raised her scepter.

"Say whatever you all want" she said softly, "But in the end, everything would be the same"

Azrath’il’s fury cracked through his fear.

"ENOUGH!"

He exploded into pure seraphic essence.

"I offer my wings to my lord!"

He tore out two of his wings.

Vaelion followed.

"I sacrifice paradigm for my lord!"

He destroyed three of his own wings.

The sky darkened again.

Their power multiplied, unstable, raging, divine.

Together, they rushed Melira, screaming with divine madness.

Melira lifted her scepter once again.

A single black crescent formed above it, the symbol of Final Eclipse.

Her voice resonated like the last whisper of a dying star.

"End and the Beginning."

The crescent dropped.

Azrath’il and Vaelion’s final attacks hit her simultaneously.

The world exploded in white.

Then black.

Then absolute silence.

For a moment, it seemed reality itself died.

When the light faded...only Melira remained standing.

Azrath’il lay on the ground, half his body missing, divine essence leaking like fading stardust.

Vaelion floated limply in the air, wings torn, soul unraveling.

Melira approached them slowly.

Azrath’il raised his hand weakly.

"How...could such a being exist...?"

Melira looked down at him without hatred or malice, only inevitability.

"How?..."

She touched his forehead.

Well, I don’t know about that...but blame yourself for invading my world"

He disintegrated silently.

Vaelion trembled, voice cracking.

"What... are you... truly...?"

Melira turned her gaze upon him.

"Even I don’t know"

She crushed his core.

His scream echoed through the broken heavens before fading forever.

Eventually, the skies cleared.

The golden clouds dissolved.

No Fallen Angel remained.

No Seraphic echo lingered.

Only Melira, alone, standing atop a floating island of broken earth as the wind carried ash and silence around her.

Her aura dimmed slowly.

She closed her eyes.

And for a moment...victory was in her palms.