ETHEREAL

In the ceaseless clash of wings and fire, where angels and devils collide, the heavens tremble not at the war itself but at the whispered truth that good and evil are but shadows cast by the same light. Angels, once pure and radiant, find their halos dimmed by the blood they spill, while devils, shunned and feared, grasp at the remnants of a forgotten grace. In the end, the battlefield is strewn with broken halos and shattered horns, each side a reflection of the other, locked in an endless dance of sorrow and salvation.