Romans & histoires Battle Through The Heaven

He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface as the question echoed unanswered. Above, the heavens remained fractured, the jagged split in the sky visible only to those cursed to perceive it. Victor could see it clearly, the unsettling rupture that tore across the clouds like a scar. It was a sight that defied reason, a glimpse into the realms beyond that few could endure without losing their sanity. Those attuned to the demonic pathways—Victor, Saoirse, and others like them—were bound to its haunting presence, a grim reminder of the chaos lurking just beyond the veil.

For the moment, at least, she resolved to fight to the bitter end. All of a sudden, the sky and earth seemed to change color, as thunderous roars reverberated throughout the Celestial Realm. A drop of purple-gold blood descended from the ninth layer of heaven, heralding a catastrophic news that poured into Callide's mind—Heaven Palace had fallen, and so had Lawrence.

“We are sending you to earth, Nevea. He will come for you, trying to lure you again, but you shall kill him; that’s your only purpose on earth. You only have two chances. If you fail, you will have nothing but darkness in your soul.” Nevea felt an excruciating pain in her chest as the view blurred from her vision. Her chest throbbed painfully. It made her feel like someone had pierced the sharpest blade to her flesh. When Nevea focused on the agonizing pain, the scenery changed to a new place. Now she stood at the cave.

Everyone couldn't help but laugh, apparently, this new disciple, despite being handsome, liked to make jokes. Heavenly tribulation only occurs when breaking through from the Crystalization realm to the Golden Core realm, but Sebastian was just a Qi Refinement Initial Stage rookie. There was no way he could have attracted a heavenly tribulation. This was simply absurd. Just as Sebastian was about to explain, the heavenly tribulation arrived! Boom! From the densely packed dark clouds in the sky, a thunderbolt as thick as an adult's arm pierced through the clouds and struck directly at Sebastian's head! Sebastian lamented, "My life is over!"

“That is heaven's punishment. If he manages to accept and endure the suffering, he will reach a new level of strength and he must indeed go through it.” Bao Yin then explained that the phenomenon of Tribulation Lightning would appear whenever a being in the universe had tried to break through a new power that defied heavenly laws. An all-powerful power that should not be penetrated by all creatures in the universe. However, certain humans and/or creatures will choose to be punished by the heavens in order to reach a certain power limit. "What if Haku can't contain the anger of the heavens?!" Xu Xiaofei tried to restrain herself from moving as her conscience wanted to hug and give protection

Azrael whispered, giving more of his divine strength into the fight. "Why?" "Please, don't ask me now," Azrael pleaded, and Nethaneel seemed to listen as he went on with the task at hand. As they fought to close the gateway, the battle around them grew more intense. The celestial warriors clashed with the shapeless monsters, their swords slashing through the air with precision and determination. Flames danced in the darkness, illuminating the night sky as explosions of light and power erupted in every direction.

Suddenly, Marty lost control and plummeted from the Ninth Heaven. At the same time, the damp aura around us suddenly pulled on the clansmen’s spirit power. The sky in the mortal realm instantly turned into blazing sunlight. Leigh struggled desperately, wanting to try again. However, a bolt of heavenly thunder struck her down, slamming her heavily onto the rain altar. “Impossible! I’m clearly the one most qualified to bring rain and ascend!” Furious, Leigh pointed at me and cursed. “It’s you! You tampered with it, didn’t you?”

The streetlights cast a warm, dim glow over us, stretching our shadows long across the cobblestone. He muttered the entire way, and he finally stopped walking and cleared his throat, his expression so solemn one would think he was making a sacred vow. "Serena, I learned a saying, ah… Come hell or high water, I would go… For you…" His azure irises were filled with sincerity, and though he was so clumsy that I almost laughed, I couldn't help but feel the warmth in my heart. Just as I was about to reply, a shadow barrelled out of the alleyway nearby, smashing into Steven with a punch to the side of his face and the scent of alcohol.

It’s the beating of wings, about to be paired with high pitched shrieks from what looks to be a dozen-- no, two dozen, or-- It’s a fucking endless wave of cat-sized, blood-thirsty Striga bursting through that doorway and barreling straight toward us. And I am out of bullets.

The black man handed over a dagger to Diane, who was shivering from pain; her irregular heartbeat and leg numbness almost got the best of her, but her mind screamed loudly into her brain. “You have to survive!!! No matter what!” She trotted forward and stared intently into Mr Smith's eye. He tried desperately to break free from the man’s grasp but failed; only one of them was going to survive, and he had betrayed her first by selling her off to them. “Gbam!!” She plunged the dagger into Mr Smith’s capturer’s heart, and his eye fell, and so did his hand; Mr Smith wriggled out of his tight grasp and fell to the ground, panting heavily.