Two years had passed since the sky split open and truth bled into the world.
At first, the world thought it was a coordinated hoax — winged beings descending over São Paulo, Tokyo, and Lagos in synchronized storms of flame and light. Then came the Leviathan breaching the Adriatic Sea, dragging cruise liners into the depths. Then the Vatican's sudden collapse into a crater of golden fire, and the silent, televised emergence of a being known only as Michael, who stood atop the ruins and simply said:
"This is not an invasion. This is your reckoning."
Across continents, the supernatural peeled away its veils. Angels no longer whispered. They strode through temples, sanctuaries, and battlefields. Demons did not hide in dark corners. They claimed cities, converting old symbols into twisted mockeries of dominion. Entire regions became borderlands — where faith bent reality, and where science stumbled and cracked like old porcelain.
Some humans adapted. Others... didn't.
