It began with a thunderous noise, a deafening roar that shook the world to its core. People stepped outside, eyes turned skyward, searching for the source of the chaos. Then, in a flash brighter than the sun itself, the sky split open. What followed was even more astonishing—a cascade of glowing, winged forms began plummeting toward Earth. They left streaks of brilliant white light as they fell, like countless shooting stars crashing down in all directions. For a moment, they lay there, lifeless and still, scattered across every corner of the world.

Governments scrambled, trying to understand, to react, but the world was already lost Then the figures started to move. Those who dared to approach found themselves face to face with beings that rose from their slumber with a fury unlike anything known. They struck with savage force, wings slicing through the air as they tore through cities, forests, and villages. It was the beginning of the end. Societies collapsed, governments crumbled, and humanity was plunged into chaos. It didn’t take long for the survivors to name that fateful day: Doomsday.

A year later, the angels still hunt the remnants of humanity with relentless wrath. And in this broken world, new warriors rose—the angel hunters. They stalked the creatures that had once fallen like comets, driven by vengeance, by survival, or perhaps by madness.

Kael was among them. A tall, imposing figure with cold, steely eyes that betrayed no emotion. He led a small but skilled team. Mira, the sarcastic one who never stopped talking; Jakob, the powerhouse with fists like hammers; and Elise, the sharpshooter with a lethal aim.

"Any bets on how many we’ll get today?" Mira asked, spinning her knives idly.

Jakob grunted, "I say five."

"Always underestimating," Elise smirked, adjusting her rifle.

"Keep your eyes ahead," Kael interrupted, his tone freezing the air. They’ll be waiting."

The team fell silent, but Mira couldn’t resist one last comment "You're no fun."