The Silent Deity: Saiki Kusuo in Tensura

The world held its breath.

Far above the clouds, Velgrynd, the Crimson Tempest Dragon, surged through the skies with desperate speed, flames spiraling in her wake like the wrath of a dying sun. Her mind burned with one thought:

"I must stop him before it's too late."

But fate had moved ahead of her.

Atop the grand citadel, Rudra Nam Ul Nasca stood like a statue of divine judgment. His armor glowed with golden light, and in his eyes burned something ancient—not rage, not fear—but conviction.

He raised his hand. The heavens responded.

"Ultimate Skill—Michael, Lord of Justice."

The atmosphere shifted. Every particle of mana bent in submission to the divine authority now awakened. The ground trembled beneath the sheer gravity of what was to come.

Velgrynd, still distant, roared in anguish as the words she feared echoed through the world:

"ARMAGEDDON."

Across the Cardinal World.....

Suddenly, everything changed.

The skies, once clear or stormy or ablaze with the magic of everyday life, turned pitch-black—not like night, but like a veil had been cast across the world.

The temperature dropped.

The wind stilled.

Magic grew dense and heavy.

From the peaks of Dwargon to the coastal winds of Sarion, from the holy towers of Ruberios to the great valleys of the Central Nations—people paused. Farmers looked up from their fields. Children stopped playing. Kings and queens halted their councils.

Even the animals seemed to understand something catastrophic had just begun.

"Why is it… so quiet?"

"The sky... it's not moving..."

"What is that... pressure?"

No angels had yet descended.

But every soul on the surface felt it:

Judgment was coming.

Veldora's preparations had been flawless.

Every known portal— dimensional rifts now glowing with divine energy—was guarded by elite warriors.

Their orders were simple: defend the world from Heaven itself.

In silence, they stood.

Diablo — The Abyssal Chaos

At the central portal site within the fallen remnants of Falmouth, Diablo stood atop a scorched platform, cloak billowing like a living shadow. A cold smile graced his face as he gazed at the growing rift in the sky.

"So… they finally dare to descend. I've waited a long time for this."

Testarossa — The Pale Empress

Elegant and cruel, she waited in the western highlands. Her white suit immaculate, her crimson eyes glowing. Her fingers gently traced her blade.

"Let's see if angels bleed like mortals."

Ultima — The Poisonous Flame

Crouched atop a ruined watchtower, giggling to herself, green flames danced across her fingers.

"Thousands of them? Tch… I was hoping for more."

Carrera — The Mad Blaster

Hovering above the crater she herself had created days prior, her cannons glowed, already loaded with pure annihilation.

"I don't care what they are. If it moves—I'll erase it."

Benimaru — The Crimson General

Leading the primary assault team near the Sarion portal, Benimaru stood like a flame given form. He said nothing. His sword was already drawn, and his heart burned for the kingdom that no longer stood.

"Lord Veldora… we'll hold the line. For you."

Souei — The Silent Blade

At the mountainous northern portal, his shadows coiled through the landscape, eyes closed, already sensing divine presences trying to breach the veil.

"They will never even see us coming."

Geld — The Unshakable Wall

By the ruins of an old fortress, his hammer rested against the ground. He had lined up his troops, his orc warriors standing tall and disciplined.

"For The Storm Kingdom. For peace."

Shion — The Wrathful Guardian

Directly beneath the largest rift, the sky already rumbling, Shion planted her greatsword into the ground. She grinned, purple hair whipping in the storm forming above.

"Come on then, featherheads. I've got some rage to vent."

Hakuro — The Silent Fang

Still as a mountain, his blade resting across his knees. He meditated at the portal site within the forest. His spirit calm, but his senses sharp.

"I will strike before their light even touches the leaves."

There were no speeches. No battle cries. Only a deep, unshakable silence as the world awaited divine punishment.

And at every location, the defenders stood ready.

They were not gods.

They were not angels.

But they were warriors forged through chaos, loss, and unshakable loyalty.

And they would not yield.

Across the entirety of the Cardinal World, the air was thick with tension. Every kingdom, every empire, every domain had moved their citizens into the deepest shelters. Underground bunkers, ancient caverns, magically sealed domes—entire subterranean cities now buzzed with the energy of survival. The surface, once teeming with life and noise, had gone eerily silent, like the calm before a hurricane.

On the frozen peaks of the Ice Continent, Guy Crimson, the Crimson King, stood alone atop a glacial cliff, his red coat fluttering like fire in the freezing wind. Behind him, his ever-loyal maids, Rain and Misery, stood in silence.

Guy narrowed his eyes at the swirling skies, the first signs of celestial interference beginning to twist the clouds into rings.

"Tch... Rudra, that fool," Guy muttered, his voice cold. "I warned him. I told him not to mess with the Divine Protocols again. But of course, the King of Arrogance never listens."

Rain tilted her head, "Shall we prepare the perimeter, my Lord?"

Guy gave a brief nod. "Do it. If the angels cross into my territory, we paint this ice red."

Far to the south, in the Forgotten Dragon Kingdom, Milim Nava was literally bouncing on her feet.

"Hehehe! I knew it! That tingly feeling in the air—it's the Tenma War!!" she exclaimed, her face beaming with excitement. She turned to her right-hand warrior, Middray, who wore an expression of half-dread, half-readiness.

"My Lady, are you certain it's that?" Middray asked, gripping his halberd.

Milim giggled, spinning in the air, "Totally! Rudra's being a big drama king again, summoning angels and trying to flex! It's just like last time... but better! I get to go wild again!!"

Middray sighed, already signaling the elite dragon knights to prepare for combat.

Then, without warning—it began.

In the skies across every major region, gigantic golden portals opened, spinning with divine energy. Light poured out in sheets like waterfalls, and from them came the Hosts of Heaven.

But before even a single angel's foot could fully step into the world—

"NOW!" roared Diablo.

From every portal entrance, waiting like shadows were the Transcendent Demons—Diablo, Testarossa, Ultima, and Carrera. Beside them, the greatest warriors of the demon army had already taken formation.

Benimaru, blazing like a crimson sun, raised his flaming blade.

"Burn them to ashes."

Shion cracked her knuckles with a devilish grin.

"Let's see if angels bleed."

Geld stomped the ground, releasing a seismic wave.

"No mercy."

Souei had already vanished, his shadow clones slicing the edges of the portals.

And then, like a sudden thunderclap, they struck.

Diablo unleashed Abyssal Eclipse, a black magic sphere so dense that it imploded light itself. The leading vanguard of angels, over a hundred of them, were swallowed in the first second—gone, no scream, no struggle.

"Angels?" Diablo smirked, walking calmly forward, his cloak fluttering like smoke. "You are but moths fluttering into hell's fire."

Suddenly, a seraph burst through with a golden spear aimed at Diablo's heart—but Ultima intercepted, twisting around like a ribbon of chaos, snapping the spear and whispering, "Too slow, shiny."

Benimaru cleaved the sky in half with a single swing of his katana, slicing through the wings of two descending archangels.

"Let your gods watch you fall," he whispered.

Shion slammed into a squad of angels wielding divine axes, her raw strength overwhelming even their defenses. She impaled one with her greatsword and hurled the body into the air like a meteor.

Meanwhile, Geld, covered in full beast-armor, bulldozed through a column of holy knights. His fists glowed with magic-enhanced might, each punch causing a miniature explosion that sent feathers and metal flying.

Graceful and lethal, Testarossa moved like a waltz. Every angel that faced her lasted less than three seconds. Her eyes gleamed with crimson light as she spun through the air, unleashing spells with her fingers like a conductor playing a deadly song.

A high-ranking seraph called down holy light from the sky, but Testarossa simply snapped her fingers—the light shattered.

"Your heaven is brittle," she cooed, stabbing him through the heart with a blade formed from her own blood. "And you bore me."

Carrera unleashed explosions with the joy of a child unwrapping presents.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" she sang, as clusters of angels tried to rally.

One tried to counter her with divine magic, but she just laughed, absorbing the holy spell and blasting it back tenfold. "You seriously thought that would hurt me? Aw, how cute."

Far above it all, in the epicenter of the chaos, Velgrynd finally landed on a cliff overlooking the battlefield where Rudra stood, barely on his feet.

The skies around him were dark, the clouds boiling with divine fury. His body was glowing with golden runes, flickering erratically.

"RUDRA!!" Velgrynd shouted, landing hard enough to crack the rock under her.

He turned, his breathing labored. "Ah… Velgrynd. You're late."

Velgrynd's fists were shaking. "Why did you do it? You know what this means. Why invoke the Tenma Protocol again?"

Rudra chuckled bitterly, "Because I'm not going to fade into history. I ruled once... I'll rule again. I won't let your brother—Veldora—a chaotic dragon—outdo me. I'm supposed to be the pinnacle!"

Velgrynd's eyes burned. "You risked the whole world just to beat my brother in some cosmic ego contest?!"

"It's not ego," Rudra snapped, "It's legacy!"

Far above them, in a realm layered between dimensions, a shadow sat on a throne of obsidian—Apollyon. His smirk widened as he observed the chaos unfolding below.

"So it begins… the war to unmake heaven," he whispered. His fingers tapped a rhythm against the side of his throne, each tap like a countdown.

"Rudra, you poor fool. You think you're the player—but you're just another piece on my board."