Perhaps, it was the most foolish idea Liron had ever conceived.

To rebel against his own father, the very being he had always revered as a god, felt like a reckless leap into the abyss. Was it stupidity? Absolutely. Was it carelessness? Without a doubt. Fueled by an insatiable desire to prove himself, to become the mightiest of warriors, he found himself marching down a treacherous path. The nightmares that once lurked in the shadows of his mind began to unfurl into cruel reality, consuming him with their relentless grip.

He appeared oblivious to the repercussions of his choices, fully immersed in the chaos of the fight against his own brothers and sisters. In the heat of the moment, he lost sight of the bonds they shared, ultimately going so far as to inflict serious injuries on Gabriel, his closest friend. The pain and betrayal hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the spiral that had led them to this violent confrontation.

In an instant that felt suspended in time, the world around Liron seemed to hold its breath. His magnificent wings, once vibrant and shimmering with iridescent colors, began to fray at the edges, disintegrating like fragile petals caught in a storm. The transformation was swift yet agonizingly mesmerizing as they turned a deep, unsettling black, absorbing the very light around them. With a desperate gasp, he plummeted from the heavens above, the ground rushing to meet him with a harsh finality as he fell through the air, a fallen star destined to collide with the solid earth beneath.

Where…is he? Where’s his wings? His armor! Where is it? Why is he here?

Doubts and fears began to swirl within Liron’s mind like dark storm clouds, threatening to engulf him. Once envisioned as one of the Lord’s fearless angels, a radiant being filled with purpose and strength, he now found himself reduced to something far less dignified—a mere mortal. The thought filled him with revulsion; how could he have fallen so low? It was despicable, a betrayal of his very essence.

He needs to get back.