The angel

3

A powerful force descended from the heavens, shaking the very fabric of the world. The ground trembled beneath the weight of this celestial energy, sending shockwaves that startled Cyana, Loiye, and Yanarika. Suddenly, chaos erupted; the villagers were struck by intense migraines that pierced through their minds like daggers. The once-reliable robots malfunctioned, their systems spiraling into chaos and rendering them unable to respond to the dire situation unfolding around them.

Expectant mothers, caught in the turmoil, faced tragic miscarriages, their hopes dashed as the town's heartbeat faltered. Buildings began to crumble, collapsing under unseen pressure and burying innocent lives beneath the rubble. The cries of the suffering filled the air, a haunting symphony of despair that reached Maria, who was isolated in her own world. To her, it felt like a cruel illusion, a trick conjured by the celestial realm to unnerve her.

Loiye and Cyana exchanged worried glances, recognizing the gravity of the situation. They understood that this disturbance signified something far more sinister than mere accidents; it was likely a consequence of the divine conflict brewing above. However, Yanarika's reaction was different. Her face went pale, her wide eyes reflecting sheer terror.

"No! No! No! No! No!" she cried, desperation flooding her voice. Instinctively, she began to weave her powers, forming a protective barrier around the village, her small hands trembling with effort. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she poured every ounce of her strength into the shield, trying to ward off the calamity that threatened her home.

Cyana knelt beside Yanarika, concern etched across her features. "Yana, what's wrong? Why are you so scared?"

"It's starting! It's really starting!" Yanarika exclaimed, her voice breaking. "We have to protect everyone! They're in danger!"

The urgency in her tone gripped Cyana's heart. Yanarika, despite her youth, sensed the impending doom with an intuition that transcended her years. As she strengthened the barrier, the air around them crackled with energy, and the cries of the townsfolk grew louder, a chilling reminder of the devastation wrought by forces beyond their control.

Loiye placed a reassuring hand on Yanarika's shoulder, his voice steady but laced with concern. "We will protect them, Yana. Just hold on. We need to stay strong together."

Yet, as they stood amidst the chaos, the feeling of helplessness loomed large. The trio was caught in a storm of divine wrath, and the consequences of the celestial beings' actions began to unravel the very fabric of their existence. In that moment, the bond between them strengthened, fueled by determination and the desire to shield the innocent from the horrors unleashed upon them.

Outside their protective barrier, the world was crumbling, and they knew time was running out. The clash between the forces of light and dark was escalating, and they would have to fight not only for their survival but for the souls caught in the crossfire of an eternal struggle.

The gods and goddesses descended to the world, their celestial forms illuminated against the backdrop of destruction. The chaos was palpable, with cries of anguish echoing through the air. Vayka stood at the forefront, a twisted smile on her face as she observed the mayhem below.

"Hey, guys, look at this! Poor, pathetic humans," she mocked, her voice dripping with disdain. "Is this all you can do, Vayka?" Elijah shot back, his tone laden with scorn. "What a weak display. You're not nearly as powerful as you think you are."

"Honestly, how sad," Herna added, crossing her arms as she leaned back, unimpressed. "You can't even match Elijah's strength. You're just a joke."

As the banter unfolded, Votea gazed down at the scene with a heavy heart. The suffering of the mortals gnawed at her conscience, stirring an unsettling feeling within her. "This is too much..." she murmured, a sense of guilt flooding her heart.