The scent of burning flesh filled the air.
Rei Aozora stood at the heart of the battlefield, his black cloak billowing like a specter of death. The corpses of Exorcists and Abyssborn alike lay strewn across the red-stained earth. Their blood mixed together, no longer distinguishable—just like him.
A broken oath. A shattered faith. A power that never should have existed.
A gust of wind swept through the wasteland, carrying whispers of the dead. Rei ignored them. His gloved hand clenched the hilt of his katana, its obsidian edge pulsing with hellfire. The flames danced along the blade, flickering between divine gold and abyssal crimson.
A reminder of what he had become.
"The dream was clearer this time. More real."
No, it wasn't a dream. It was a memory. The day he fell. The day his halo shattered.
Rei exhaled slowly, his crimson eyes scanning the ruins ahead. They were coming.
From the distance, a group of Exorcists approached, their silver armor gleaming under the blood-red sky. At their center, a familiar figure emerged—Commander Alistair Crowe, the very man who once called Rei his brother.
"Rei Aozora," Alistair's voice was cold. "For the crime of betraying the Divine Oath, you are sentenced to death."
Rei smirked, resting his sword against his shoulder. "You think you can kill me?"
A golden light erupted from Alistair's hand, forming a divine greatsword. Seraphic fire crackled along the edge, a stark contrast to Rei's abyssal flames.
No more words were needed.
The Fallen Exorcist and the Holy Knight clashed, their swords igniting the battlefield once more.