The Holy Dimension was never meant for mortals.
It wasn't just another battlefield—a cosmic wound stitched together by divine arrogance and cruelty. Here, the laws of nature weren't just bent—they were mocked. The sky didn't thunder. It screamed in silence. Floating islands spun in defiance of gravity, anchored by invisible chains of judgment. The air smelled of burnt incense and old blood, golden mist hanging thick and sacred, suffocating like a priest's robe turned noose.
Light shimmered where it shouldn't. Time stuttered. Reality wore a mask that laughed in your face.
And yet, here they stood—outnumbered, outmatched, but not outwilled.
The Research Club.
There was no army, no kingdom, just a handful of students with more guts than sense and hearts burning brighter than the false sun above them. In the heart of this twisted sanctum, surrounded by divine malice and angelic contempt, they stood shoulder to shoulder—not as victims, but as defiant devils.
Not because they were strong.
But because someone they loved was still chained up in this hellish place.
And they refused to leave her behind.
Seraphina and Ayaka Side
The platform was shaking beneath their feet, cracked by the intensity of combat. Seraphina darted back, flame-wreathed boots leaving molten footprints on the stone. Ayaka stood beside her, protective runes hovering like satellites around her form, their silver glow repelling incoming shards of divine energy.
One of the fallen angels smirked, blood already drying on his lip. "This is it? The infamous Crimson Princess? I've seen mortal priests put up more of a fight."
His partner cackled, wings spread wide and sharp like razors. "Even that pathetic chained girl up there has more fight in her than you do."
Seraphina's heart thudded.
Amane.
The name echoed through her soul, and her eyes ignited like twin infernos. Her aura burst violently, cracking the stone beneath her, and the temperature instantly spiked a dozen degrees. Flames surged around her body in serpentine arcs.
"Mock me all you want," she growled, her voice like a burning coal. "But don't you dare speak her name?"
Ayaka hovered closer. "Seraphina, wait. You'll burn me, too. That spell is too—"
"Too late."
Ayaka activates her barrier.
Her voice was a whisper of fury. She raised both hands, and the sky itself seemed to recoil.
"Crimson Hellstorm!"
The flames condensed into a titanic rose, blooming outward from her palms. Each petal was a sun, and each movement of its growth left scorched trails in the air. The fallen angels turned to flee, wings flapping desperately.
They didn't make it far.
The rose exploded in a vortex of hellfire. The heat vaporized the clouds above. The entire platform trembled as a crater formed beneath her. The world turned white with heat. And then—silence.
Ashes. Only ashes remained.
Ayaka dropped her barrier with a gasp, sweat streaming down her face.
"You crossed the line," she whispered. "You shouldn't have." What if I had gotten caught in it?
Seraphina stood, breathing heavily, staring at her own hands.
"They never had a line to begin with," and you are fine. So it doesn't matter.
Ayaka made an annoyed face but didn't argue anymore.
Aika Side
The clash of steel on divine light echoed in a silent realm.
The Guardian descended like judgment itself, sword shimmering with holy runes, wings made of polished marble, and burning sunlight.
"This body wasn't made to protect lies."
Aika sidestepped the swing with inches to spare. Her crystalline Espiria Gear—shaped like a lotus in bloom—flared with a defensive burst, catching a shard of light and repelling it.
The Guardian's voice was a chorus, thousands speaking as one. Male. Female. Angel. Beast.
"You defy a sacred contract, Devil. Return, or be purged."
Aika smirked, blood trickling down her chin.
"I never signed a damn thing."
She sprinted in, low and fast. The Guardian raised its blade, but she slipped under it and planted a palm on its shin.
"Bloom."
Lotus runes erupted into light and detonated.
The Guardian staggered its perfect marble cracking. It stumbled backward, clutching its leg.
"This pain... it remembers... her..."
Aika froze.
"You... you loved a devil. Didn't you?"
The Guardian let out a cry, not of rage but grief.
She clenched her jaw. "Even purity becomes cruel when it forgets love."
And then, softly:
"But for you? It's too late."
She summoned her gear again, petals of black crystal swirling behind her. She hurled them like blades. A rift opened beneath the statue—an abyss of corrupted divine energy—and the Guardian began to sink, its screams fading into the void.
"Why are divine relics always so damn annoying?" she muttered.
Miya and Riku Side
Ignis twirled his burning spear like a dancer, sweeping it across the ground. Flames curved upward into the air like a dragon's breath.
Riku matched every motion, parrying with his crescent-moon blade. Sparks flew in rhythm to their footwork.
"So," Ignis said, chuckling, "the samurai finally shows his blade."
Riku's gaze never wavered. "I only draw it for someone worth the effort."
Ignis laughed. "Flattered. Let's see if you live long enough to regret it."
Their blades clashed again. The explosion of energy shattered the ground, tossing rubble into the air.
Then—a thud.
Miya landed beside them like a meteor. Cracks spread from her feet.
She popped her neck. "Enough flirting."
Ignis blinked. "And who—"
She grabbed a broken column as if it were paper and hurled it.
It slammed into Ignis, launching him through a wall.
Riku stared. "...Holy crap."
Miya cracked her knuckles, eyes gleaming. "I don't like waiting."
Eiji vs. the Fallen Angel
Fallen Angel hovered midair, her wings gleaming with stained glass patterns and divine fury.
"You've lasted longer than expected. You should feel proud."
Eiji panted, clutching his side. Blood stained his school uniform. His Black Gauntlet trembled in his hand.
Luria raised her hands, and a divine lance formed.
"My name is Luria Umbros, Daughter of Lucareth Umbros. The King of Fallen Angels, Be honored. I only speak my name before I kill someone worthy."
She hurled the lance.
It pierced his leg.
Agony exploded in his mind. He screamed and fell to one knee, hand pressed to the wound.
Then—
A memory.
Flashback
Amane stood beside him on the rooftop, hair fluttering in the breeze.
"Promise me, Eiji. Never let me be in danger."
He had smiled, gently linking his pinky with hers.
"I promise."
Back in the Holy Dimension, his eyes widened.
"I promised."
The Gauntlet roared. Shadows burst from his back, swirling violently.
The Gauntlet turns into a blade, splitting, dozens of tendrils lashing out.
They struck.
Luria's wings got damaged. Then she fell to the ground
She screamed as the divine light dimmed.
Eiji rose, dragging his bleeding leg behind him.
"You... can't win..." she gasped.
"Watch me."
The sky turned gold. Runes glowed across the altar.
The priest's voice echoed.
"May the soul bound in the flesh become the vessel of light's redemption."
Amane's coffin levitated. Her chains flared. Her Espiria Gear floated, warping into something alien.
A hollowed relic.
Luria, kneeling, took it. Golden light surged around her.
Two wings became six.
A blazing halo crowned her.
"You failed, devils," the priest said. "Now witness The Birth of the Holy Maiden who shall be your demise."
** **
Eiji crawled each inch a struggle.
"Amane... wake up... please..."
Her eyes opened.
Golden. Empty.
"Eiji... why are you here? You're a..."
He grasped her hand, trembling.
"I'm here to save you."
Her lips trembled.
"Thank you..."
She collapsed.
He held her, weeping.
"Wake up! Wake up, please! Wake up!"
He then cried and screamed.
"GIVE HER BACK!"
The priest laughed. "Behold the Saint of Light. She belongs to Heaven and The Purifier of Hell ."
Luria stood tall, Espiria Gear in hand.
"Finally, it's finally happening after all the waiting. The power I always longed for is finally in my hands. With this power, I will defeat my sister. And I will become the strongest Fallen Angel in the world."
Eiji rose.
His aura howled. The ground cracked beneath him.
"No."
He pointed his blade.
"This Espiria Gear... belongs to Amane."
GIVE IT BACK!!! you Bastards
The war had only just begun.
End of The Chapter