It was a sorrowful sight. It symbolised death. It symbolised the end and the fading of life, but...
Despite all this, it was a beautiful sight. A mesmerising and captivating sight. The bright flames falling from the sky like stars...
"Atlas… What is this?" Cassandra had asked. The Ancient Woman might have seen Atlas's memories. Still, like Juliet and Irene beside her, or Cordelia, Talon, Constantine, Cain, and Bellatrix standing in Herria City, Cassandra herself couldn't help but wonder.
"Yes, Cassandra... It's happening, my dear," Atlas said suddenly, his eyes wide as he stared at the scene before him.
His heart was pounding, he was happy, incredibly happy, but there was not a trace of joy on Atlas's face... Only the thoughts in his mind.
And the way he expressed those thoughts.
"The angels… they are falling out of heaven…"
