When the skies above the Holy Empire split open, humanity believed salvation had arrived.
Instead, the heavens sent judgment.
From the storm descended The Black Halo Ascendant — a colossal executioner clad in obsidian-gold armor, wings eclipsing entire cathedrals. Behind him burned a rotating halo of celestial machinery, vast as the moon itself. Every bell in the kingdom rang at once as cities fell silent beneath his gaze.
He spoke no words.
He carried only the Axe of Decree.
Kings knelt. Priests wept. Armies shattered like dust before divine light. The faithful soon realized the horrifying truth: Heaven had not come to save mankind, but to erase it.
And as the Black Halo spread across the skies, the age of humanity ended beneath sacred fire.