Extermination — Pride Ring, Chaos Unleashed

The impossible had happened.

Alastor — THE Radio Demon, a being feared even by Hell’s worst — had been struck down by a single blow from Adam. One. Single. Blow. The silence that followed was deafening, pierced only by the divine laser beam as Adam turned his divine wrath on Sir Pentious next.

The redeemed snake was obliterated, lifeless. Hope died with him.

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Charlie: “NOOOOO!!”

Her scream shattered the heavy air like glass. She dropped to her knees, clawing at the ash-stained ground, tears streaming down her face. The hotel’s dream of redemption had just been dealt a fatal blow.

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Angel Dust: “You… you did good, buddy…” His voice cracked, trembling — not with sass, but with loss. For once, his jokes were gone. Replaced by pain. Real pain.

Behind him, Husk stared blankly, his flask forgotten in his hand. Niffty’s bow trembled as she covered her mouth, fighting sobs. But it was Cherri Bomb who collapsed to her knees beside Pentious, silently clutching his limp, cooling hand. Her rage would come later. For now, only grief.

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And then — the fire came.

Charlie’s sobbing breath caught in her throat. Her eyes lit not with tears, but divine fury. She rose. No… she ascended, caught in a whirlwind of angelic flame that scorched the very air around her. From the blaze, an ethereal trident emerged, called by her righteous wrath.

Charlie: “RAZZLE. DAZZLE!”

The two dragon twins roared as their bodies expanded, warping into massive celestial beasts. Razzle soared with Charlie on his back, her golden hair blazing like a halo. Vaggie joined her, now gripping an Angelic Spear, riding Dazzle with deadly purpose. Together, they flew toward Adam and Lute, the sky trembling in their wake.

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You stand at the edge of the battlefield, heart pounding, smoke and fire swirling around you. The air tastes like ash. You’ve just watched gods fall… and angels rise.

What do you do?