These undead beasts do not even pose a worthy challenge for the Supreme God of Destruction Sol. Eagle Claw cuts through the undead as though they're made of paper. Their blackened claws and teeth have no hope of reaching their target, cleaved to bits as they advance.
It isn't long before Sol has them all dispatched, leaving black heaps of burnt corpses piled around the manor. He was so occupied with the destruction of these beasts that he hadn't even noticed people slowly trickling out of the manor. These Celestials are beings that inhabited that Heavenly Cradle, but they are neither gods nor angels. Without good means of protecting themselves, they can't do anything by praying that the angels will help them survive the catastrophe.
But if the catastrophe is even too mighty for the angels to take on, what hope do these people even have?
