They called a taxi and paid the driver to take them to Toronto’s uptown. When they finally arrived, the city was infested with—oddly enough—angels. Not just angels, but what seemed like minor gods too, locked in battle with people, killing them. Jayden frowned, spotting an open golden gate, shimmering with pearly light.
“Oh, the irony,” Jayden muttered sarcastically, staring at the heavenly gate in a city overrun with chaos.
Then he looked up at the CN Tower and saw him—Jacob. Hovering in the air, six wings spread wide, three on each side. His golden armor glinted in the flashes of lightning, and in his hand was a scepter, though now it was red instead of the golden one Jayden still carried. The sight of Jacob only made Jayden tighten his grip on his weapon.
"Of course he's up there," Jayden grumbled, eyes narrowing. “Typical.”
“We have to get to him before this gets worse,” Aiden said, starting to run toward the tower.
They sprinted through the chaos, dodging fallen debris and fighting their way through the streets, until suddenly, an elder angel descended from the sky, blocking their path. He had a glowing white halo, and he was the picture-perfect image of a celestial being, complete with long, flowing robes.
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The angel raised a hand. “You shan’t pass without dueling thou,” he declared, his voice booming like thunder.
Jayden and the angel both traced circles in the air—the angel’s glowing golden, and Jayden’s shimmering green. The circles hovered in the air, symbols flashing within them. The angel drew a rhombus in the air, while Jayden traced a triangle. They both split their shapes down the center, hands glowing with power.
"Inferno Overdrive!" Jayden shouted.
The angel opened his mouth to cast his spell. “Nanwen Pust—” But before he could finish, Jayden’s green circle erupted, firing a massive beam of green flames that engulfed the elder angel completely. His wings disintegrated in the fiery blast, and as the light faded, nothing was left but dust and smoke.
Jayden laughed, brushing off his hands. “Guess your firepower couldn’t keep up.”
Without wasting time, Jayden sprinted toward the CN Tower, his scythe flashing into existence. He cut down angels in his path, slicing through them with precision. Aiden followed, wings beating fast, keeping pace as they pushed through the chaos.
Suddenly, a huge shadow loomed overhead. An archangel swooped down, arms extended, grabbing Jayden by the shoulders and lifting him off the ground. Jayden struggled, kicking and trying to slash with his scythe, but the archangel’s grip was too strong. The next thing Jayden knew, he was being hurled through the air—flying 3,000 meters up.
The air rushed past him, and for a moment, Jayden was just... falling.
“No parachute, no wings... so is this how it ends?” he thought, tumbling through the sky.
But then an idea struck him. If he was truly Zephyr’s son, shouldn’t he have wings? He concentrated, focusing every ounce of energy on that thought. The ground was rushing up fast—2,000 meters to impact, 1,500...
Then, with a sudden surge of power, three massive demon-like wings erupted from each side of his back, black and powerful. Jayden spread them wide, and his free fall turned into a controlled glide.
“I... I can fly!” Jayden shouted in amazement, soaring through the air.
He swooped down toward the CN Tower, slashing at any angel that got to get in his way, his wings carving through the sky like blades.