The war between heaven and hell raged on, with no end in sight.
Whole skies were filled with the sounds of clashing steel, screams of the damned, and the thunderous boom of divine energy.
Reign watched from the balcony; his eyes gleaming with excitement as he observed the war unfold.
This was more than he expected, and it thrilled him. He wanted even more devils to show up.
Raising his hand, he fired a divine orb into the sky.
It exploded, flashing bright enough to blind everyone for a moment.
That was his signal—a loud, clear call for all the devils to come at them.
And it worked. More flying ships stormed in, firing their cannons without pause.
BOOOOM!
BOOOOM!
BOOOOM!
These weren't ordinary pirate cannons. Each shot carried a concentrated dose of negative energy.
When they exploded, they released clouds of smoke that twisted and tainted the divine energy in the air.
Even an angel struck by it wouldn't survive. The corruption spread fast, eating away at anything pure.
