BY DESIGN

Above the skies where the Pantheons looked upward and the angels looked downward, there was no difference between them. Both sides had been created to serve the same Creator, yet neither understood that the beings standing before them were servants of the very same existence. Without knowing the truth, they had begun fighting against their own kind.

And all at once, their attacks were aimed directly toward the Pantheons.

Pandi raised her small hand, opening her palm toward the descending angels. A dark aura immediately gathered above it, forming the shape of a blade before its color gradually changed into a deep crimson that pulsed with destructive energy.

Beside her stood her grandfather, Sebastian Flyde, the God of Darkness and Death. His expression remained completely calm as the angels descended toward them, their weapons shining brightly as they prepared to strike.

Before the first attack could reach them, Pandi disappeared.