In the heart of Earth, far from the ruins of war and the golden sky now hovering over Gaia, a meeting room is surrounded by steel walls and soundproof glyphs. Crystal lights in the ceiling gently vibrate, as if sensing the atmosphere of crisis that weighs down the entire room.
In one corner, a shimmering hologram displays data of the troops lying like broken pixels, summarizing the extraordinary defeat suffered by Earth's army. Each number and graph trembles as if alive, reflecting the soul-draining struggle. Not far from there, a surveillance device hums softly, projecting the heartbeat of the battlefield, like the rhythm of death haunting the minds of every meeting member.
Queen Ardaius sits in the main chair, her dark eyes and expression as rigid as an ancient statue. Beside her, the five main generals of Earth—five of the strongest humans, each carrying a legacy of military, magic, and technology capable of splitting continents if necessary. Among them, General Selene feels her magical sword vibrating, a sign from another world indicating the arrival of a greater threat. On the floating table, a hologram of the battlefield shows: the city of Thirtos now flooded with angelic light, the ruins of Sanctuary Plum Blossom, and the underground passages still hiding two Fitran wombs.
The atmosphere is silent. Everyone knows that the battle is no longer just a war between nations—this is a duel of wills between gods and humans, between sky and earth. Each person in that room feels the magical movement flowing in the air, their fingers seemingly pulled by the presence of an unseen, extraordinary power. Cold sweat trickles down their temples, mingling with the tension that seeps like smoke from the ruins outside.
The chief military advisor, Faedros, speaks up: "Your Majesty, all our divisions of magic and technology are completely paralyzed under the influence of the angelic aura. The Void Eater is ineffective, destructive spells are repelled, even Bellator Ultima cannot penetrate Joanna's wall of light."
Amid the various sounds of sirens and cannon blasts shaking the battlefield, an invisible wave of energy disrupts the advanced equipment forged in the fires of war. Magical tools that usually emit light are now dim and non-functional, forcing the military to rely on ancient tactics that are no longer relevant.
General Gael, the oldest among the Five Pillars, pounds the table, his voice echoing: "We are losing the war not because of the weakness of our troops, but because the laws of the world itself have been bent by the presence of celestial beings! If we allow this to continue, Earth will be destroyed without a fight."
The entire room falls silent for a moment. Outside, dark clouds gather across the horizon, sliced by lightning that seems to tear through space and time. A sign that the power they are facing is not trivial. The protective spells that usually safeguard the boundaries of this world now seem to vanish, swallowed by the brutal presence of the angels.
General Lira, the combat sorceress, adds, "Joanna is not just an angel—she brings seven heavenly hosts. They can heal thousands of wounds in an instant and erase cursed glyphs. If we do not act, there will be no one left to defeat them."
She senses the anxiety among her comrades. In her voice lies the last hope—that perhaps there is still a way to harness ancient technology, buried in history, amidst this raging terror. Isn't there a legend about a weapon that can pierce the heart of light?
Queen Ardaius bows her head, contemplating. "So what do you propose? Surrender? Negotiate with the sky?"
General Bronn, the youngest yet most bloodthirsty, smirks slightly. "No, Your Majesty. We send the five pillars of dominion to the front lines. We recall all the war technology that was once forbidden by our ancestors. The world has changed—only brutality can combat wonder. And we prepare a new weapon: Bellator Ultima Prime."
The spirit of battle ignites strongly once more. The idea of combining the arts of magic and forbidden technology into a weapon that is not only deadly but can also diversify tactics on the battlefield takes root. In the dimness of that room, each general feels the surge of spirit to fight for Earth against the impending destruction.
The five generals stand together, their shadows forming a terrifying silhouette on the steel wall. The sound of war machines' sirens hums in the distance, echoing through the cold, dark corridors. Feeling it, they know that every second is a countdown to chaos—a deadly symphony that is drawing near.
Gael the Martyr: The old commander, his body marked by the magic of the Void, an expert in frontal combat, wields the spear "Oblivion Lance"—a weapon that consumes the souls of its victims. Every time he raises his spear, dark energy vibrates around him, calling lost souls to evaporate with the blood clouds that are about to occur.
Lira the Sorceress: A woman with purple hair, a controller of time-disturbing glyphs, capable of slowing down or speeding up the battlefield. In her palms, glyphs shine with a sickly blue light, as if wagering time itself as her weapon to annihilate the enemy.
Bronn the Butcher: A giant warrior of steel, a user of heavy weapons and the "Crimson Flood" technique—able to erase protective spells with the blood of his enemies. His voice booms like thunder as he swings his axe, leaving marks that shake the ground around him, reminding all that death will come with unavoidable sacrifice.
Kestral the Tactician: The brain of strategy, a controller of magical drones and automaton troops. Cold, always three steps ahead of the opponent. With his skilled fingers, he programs his drones to fire explosive magic precisely at targets, creating deadly explosions that drown out the noise of the battlefield.
Valen the Exorcist: A former priest of Earth, now wielding the glyph that erases angels, rumored to be able to withstand heavenly attacks with the spell "Heavenbane Seal." While the aura of emptiness surrounds him, every enemy that steps within close range will feel a vibration in their soul, as if a curse has become ingrained in their body.
They are legends—the pillars capable of turning the tide of war with a single command. In this haunting silence, a promise is etched: they will rewrite this dark tale, no matter how much blood must be shed. And as the atmosphere thickens with tension, the spirits of the generals rise, ready to face something far more terrifying than mere warfare; a fate chosen by unseen hands.
Queen Ardaius nods at each of them. "You will go directly to the battlefield. One goal: eliminate Joanna Fate, the two Fitran wombs, and anyone who stands in the way. If necessary, let the world burn as long as a new spiral is never born."
The atmosphere in the room becomes tense, as if electricity flows between them, reminding them of the magical power that has long been dormant. Each pillar feels the weight of responsibility resting on their shoulders, as if ancient spells flow in their blood. Outside, the sound of thunder booms, creating a rhythm that matches the beating of their hearts, trembling in the upcoming battle.
The technology advisor, Orman, unfurls a black cloth on the table, revealing a miniature giant cannon adorned with black-red glyphs—Bellator Ultima Prime. "This weapon is not just a city destroyer. It can erase leyline paths—destroying the roots of magic and souls alike. Once fired at a sanctuary or altar of Gaia, not only humans but even spirits will be erased from history."
Around them, light vibrates from the runes that shine, signaling a weapon waiting to be unleashed. Orman adds confidently, "With this technology, we are not just talking about physical power, but also about changing the fate of the entire world." A wave of concern passes among the generals, but the eagerness to forge a new power for Earth brings hope amid the darkness.
General Lira gazes in reverence. "With this, we are not just erasing opponents, but also erasing the possibility of miracles rising again."
Queen Ardaius closes her eyes for a moment, then speaks firmly, "Take this weapon to the front lines. Leave no one behind. After tonight, only Earth has the right to rewrite history."
With those words, every bullet and artillery feels sharper. Empowering energy flows through every joint of their bodies, ready to fight against the darkness that threatens. They are not just ready for war; they are drops of hope in a fallen world.
The five pillars stand around the table, each raising a hand and swearing an oath: "For the future of Earth, for a name that must not be lost, we will swallow the sins of this night and erase the womb that brings destruction."
Each general takes a glyph capsule—if they fail and are captured, they themselves will erase their souls from the world. There is no room for failure.
On the table, the aura of colorful glyphs envelops a ring made of strong metal that shines as if merging with the magic flowing within it. Each general feels the tension in the air—like electricity flowing before a storm, making their fingers tremble as they grip the capsule. With unwavering resolve, they close their eyes, remembering all that has been lost, all that they are risking tonight.
That night, the five generals set out for the front lines. Their steps are heavy, filled with the shadows of the thousands of victims they have fallen. But there is no doubt—only determination, vengeance, and the belief that the world is only worthy of the strong.
From the gleaming corners of their armor, advanced technology emits blue rays as they step forward, connected to the defense network set up to protect against enemy attacks in the darkness. Each general wields a terrifying weapon in their hands, a weapon created through a combination of ancient magic and advanced technology, ready to destroy anything that stands in their way.
In the Earth stronghold, the sound of war drums echoes once more. This time, it is not just about conquest. This is humanity's last effort against the sky, against fate, against a future they do not desire.
In the distance, the angelic light still shines in the sky of Gaia. But beneath it, the ground begins to tremble, awaiting the final duel between celestial power and earthly ambition.