The sky did not belong to the world anymore.

  What had once been blue was now split by blazing gold fractures, clouds torn apart as if reality itself were being peeled back layer by layer. The Heaven Army hovered above the forest in perfect formation, wings stretched wide, armor glowing with divine light so intense it burned the air. Their presence crushed the space around them, forcing the ground to bow, trees bending under pressure they were never meant to endure.

  Danny stood at the center of the dojo, fists clenched, heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat.

  This wasn’t like Rezok.

  Rezok had been overwhelming—but this was absolute.

  Sir Dracks stepped forward, massive frame unshaken, tail dragging slowly against the stone floor. His eyes burned brighter than before, ancient and unyielding.

  “You stand upon protected ground,” Sir Dracks called upward, voice echoing through the clearing. “State your intent—or leave.”

  The angels did not respond immediately.

  They descended.

  Rows of them dropped lower, weapons leveling as one. Swords of light hummed with restrained violence. Spears crackled with holy energy. At the center of their formation, a larger figure hovered forward—wings broader, armor etched with symbols older than language.

  Its voice boomed again, louder, colder.

  “WE ARE THE HEAVEN ARMY.” “WE SEEK REZOK.” “SURRENDER THE DISRUPTION.”

  Danny felt Shawny’s hand tighten around his arm.

  Big B’s systems flickered back online just long enough to scream warnings before failing again. “Danny,” he muttered, “their power readings are off the scale. This isn’t an arrest. It’s an execution.”

  Danny swallowed. “They’re talking about me.”

  Fang stepped forward beside Sir Dracks, wings spreading slightly. “Rezok is not here.”

  The angel’s gaze snapped to him instantly.

  “YOU ARE THE FALCON.”

  Fang didn’t flinch. “And you’re trespassing.”

  That was all it took.

  The first strike came like the end of a world.

  A spear of condensed holy light tore downward, obliterating a section of forest in a blinding explosion. Sir Dracks slammed his foot into the ground, a massive barrier of molten-gold energy erupting upward just in time to absorb the blast. The impact shook the dojo violently, stone cracking under the force.

  “MOVE!” Sir Dracks roared.

  Chaos erupted.

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  Angels descended in waves, wings cutting through the air like blades. Fang launched upward, meeting them head-on, slashing through armor with razor precision. Shawny pulled Danny back as a sword of light carved through the space where his head had been a second earlier.

  Big B activated emergency protocols, projecting shields that cracked almost instantly under divine pressure. “Their tech isn’t tech,” he shouted. “It’s law!”

  Danny felt the clock-symbol ignite on his hand, burning hot. Time warped around him—not freezing, not reversing—slipping. Angelic strikes arrived late. Movements dragged.

  “Shawny—left!” he yelled.

  She moved instantly, blasting an angel out of the air before its weapon could land. Fang crashed through another, feathers scattering as divine energy tore across his wings.

  Sir Dracks waded into the battle like a living fortress, every movement deliberate, devastating. His strikes shattered angelic armor, sending bodies spiraling into the forest below.

  But Heaven did not falter.

  For every angel that fell, two more replaced them.

  The commander descended.

  Its presence hit harder than the rest combined. The light around it burned white-hot, forcing Danny to shield his eyes.

  “DISRUPTION IDENTIFIED,” it intoned.

  “DANNY DEMON.”

  The name echoed like a verdict.

  Danny stepped forward despite everything screaming at him not to. “I didn’t start this!”

  “YOU DELAYED DEATH.”

  The commander raised its weapon—a massive blade humming with finality.

  “YOU MUST BE CORRECTED.”

  The strike came down.

  Time broke.

  Not shattered—bent so violently it screamed.

  Danny caught the blade with both hands, boots carving deep lines into the stone as he was driven back. Every muscle in his body screamed. The clock-symbol flared wildly, numbers spinning out of sequence.

  “I don’t belong to your schedule!” Danny snarled.

  Shawny and Fang struck together, slamming into the commander from opposite sides. Big B overloaded everything he had left, dumping raw energy into the moment Danny needed most.

  Sir Dracks roared, unleashing power he had clearly been holding back—ancient, draconic, terrifying.

  The commander staggered.

  The Heaven Army hesitated.

  Just for a moment.

  That moment saved them.

  The angels pulled back abruptly, formation snapping tight as a new signal rippled through their ranks. The commander rose higher, wings spreading wide.

  “THIS IS NOT OVER,” it declared.

  “REZOK WILL BE FOUND.” “THE DISRUPTION WILL BE ADDRESSED.”

  Light engulfed them.

  In a flash, the Heaven Army vanished, leaving behind scorched earth, shattered stone, and a silence so heavy it hurt.

  Danny collapsed to one knee, breathing hard.

  Shawny rushed to him. “You okay?”

  “…Yeah,” he panted. “I think.”

  Fang landed nearby, wings torn, blood dripping—but smiling faintly. “They ran.”

  Sir Dracks stared at the sky long after it had healed.

  “No,” he said quietly. “They withdrew.”

  Danny looked up at him. “What’s the difference?”

  Sir Dracks finally turned.

  “The difference,” he said, “is that Heaven has now chosen sides.”

  Far away, unseen, something ancient stirred.