Chapter 46 – High-Rank Seraphim
This place was twisted. Spatial. Pure illusion backed by raw celestial code.
"...Okay," Lux said, blinking slowly.
The air thrummed.
And then they came.
Descending like broken comets—three winged figures haloed in flickering gold.
Except the gold?
Burned black around the edges.
Like rust.
Like corruption.
They floated in a jagged triangle above him, their wings ragged and cracked. Not feathered. Not clean. These wings were made of something harder—glass, maybe. Crystalized rage. Holy weaponry long since broken and remade with spite.
Each one had a face that could've been carved from marble.
But their eyes?
Screamed war.
"You must be Vaelthorn," one of them said. Male. Deep voice. Etched with disdain.
"Didn't realize I was trending," Lux replied casually, rolling his shoulders.
"You consumed the Limitbreaker."
"I did. Thanks for noticing."
"You shouldn't exist."
"Tell that to my parents," Lux muttered.
