Guardian Angels were alerted when they saw two balls of light falling from the sky. They knew the lights came from the Realm. Those nearest to the location gathered to investigate. It was extremely rare for high-ranking angels to appear on Earth—especially as if they had been cast out of the Realm.
And it wasn’t only the angels who saw them. Even the Dark Ones noticed, and the phenomenon was visible to human eyes as well.
Philip was nearby, locked in battle with a demon attempting to collect the souls of a young couple involved in a car accident. The woman was eight months pregnant, and the Dark One had already devoured the soul of the fetus. Philip could no longer save the baby—but he could still save the souls of the couple, who were fighting for their lives.
He kicked the demon hard while waiting for the fallen to crash near his location. The descent was far too fast for him to handle alone.
The demon leapt onto his back and struck him. They exchanged punches and kicks until another angel arrived just in time, helping Philip destroy the demon.
“Philip, the humans are still alive. There are too many casualties on the street. Go—protect them before the fallen land. I’ll catch the fallen,” Ezekiel shouted.
Philip nodded and leapt into the car, spreading his wings over the couple. Ezekiel stood fifty yards away. Using telepathy, they continued communicating.
Ezekiel teleported forward, appearing directly in front of the falling light. His eyes turned blue as his long, white wings unfurled.
He caught the ball of light, using all his strength to prevent it from crushing Philip and the humans. He felt Philip brace beneath him, and together they used their combined strength to stop the impact.
Other angels arrived, shielding injured humans from demons and ensuring that no soul was taken from the accident site.
After a minute of holding the light, five Holy Spirits separated from the main glow. One entered the woman’s womb.
Philip witnessed it firsthand. Tears streamed down his face when he heard the fetus’s heartbeat return.
“Hallelujah!” Philip exclaimed through tears, overwhelmed with joy.
Amado lost consciousness as he fell. The pressure drained every ounce of his strength. Before he could release the newborns, the Holy Spirits wrapped them together, singing hymns of worship.
Moments later, a thunderous crash echoed below. Though weak, Amado saw it clearly—a ten-wheeler truck plowing through multiple cars. The street was filled with wreckage and casualties.
Angels and demons battled for souls amid the chaos. Amado forced his wings open as he neared the ground. He saw a guardian angel shielding the human couple.
His eyes widened—he didn’t want to crush them. Suddenly, another guardian angel appeared, blocking his fall and protecting both angels and humans.
Summoning his remaining strength, Amado fully spread his wings. The Holy Spirits lifted the newborns from his grasp. He felt the guardian angel’s embrace before collapsing.
The demons froze when they recognized him.
They knew they were nothing compared to the Chief of Angels—one who could slay a thousand demons with a single strike. They fled the accident site in fear.
Ezekiel was stunned when he realized who the fallen was. He caught Amado and gently lowered him to the ground. Philip stood frozen in shock.
“What happened, Ezekiel? Why is he here?” Philip asked.
“I don’t know,” Ezekiel replied.
“Did he come to personally save the fetus?” Philip asked.
“What do you mean?”
“The demon devoured the fetus’s soul—it was already dead. But when the Chief arrived, a Holy Spirit touched the woman’s womb, and the heartbeat returned.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes. Listen.”
“Hallelujah,” Ezekiel whispered.
“God is good—all the time.”
“We don’t know what happened, but we need to move the Chief. This place isn’t safe,” Ezekiel said.
Together, Philip and Ezekiel carried Amado away from the site.
Unlike Amado, Joonmin never lost consciousness. The journey weakened him, but the Holy Spirits helped him complete his mission.
As he descended, he saw guardian angels gathered atop a building. He had never seen so many angels in one place. Wherever he had landed, it was clear he was needed.
Before he reached the ground, the angels caught him. Two Holy Spirits guided the newborns elsewhere.
The angels gasped when they saw him—especially his condition.
“Chief… what happened to your wings?” Zico asked.
Before Joonmin could answer, he collapsed.
“He’s lost too much blood. We must heal him immediately. He’s too weak to heal himself,” Zico ordered.
The angels surrounded Joonmin, placing their hands on him as healing light flowed. Two of the eldest guardian angels carried him to a safe place to rest.
Amado landed in Manila, Philippines. Joonmin landed in Seoul, Korea.
They didn’t know where the newborns had been taken or what awaited them. But one truth was clear—their mission had begun.
The future of the Realm rested on those newborns.
They had to find them. Train them. Protect them.
Before time ran out. Before Inca found them.
Because they already knew—this would be Inca’s next move.