Three years ago, a cataclysmic event shattered the world’s beliefs. A blinding flash illuminated the sky, and angels began to rain down, unconscious and vulnerable. Once mere myths, they plummeted to Earth, their wings offering no protection. People whispered that “heaven” itself had fallen, unleashing its celestial beings onto the world.

Amid the chaos, hunters emerged—mercenaries drawn by the promise of wealth, eager to capture or kill these rare celestials creatures that worth millions. Among them was Kael, a man whose name struck terror in the hearts of many. Tall and muscular, his body was marked by intricate tattoos and scars. His braided hair framed a face hidden behind a metal muzzle—a constant reminder of his dangerous past. Kael's sharp eyes reflected a man who had lived for violence, once a feared assassin now set loose by the government to hunt angels.

As Kael stood on a rocky ledge, he spotted a shimmering form falling from the clouds.“Another one," he muttered, a cruel smile forming on his lips. The thrill of the hunt surged through him as he watched the angel descend. With angels growing scarce, Kael felt that familiar, primal urge take over. "This one’s mine, he growled, moving with the lethal precision that had made him a legend. A dark smirk spread across his lips; the hunt was all he lived for now, and he wouldn’t be denied his prize.