In a realm far beyond Eden, within the Void of Shadows, an ancient force stirs. The Devil, the great adversary of creation, has forged his own warrior—the first of his kind. A being sculpted from raw hatred, envy, and void energy.
His name is Malphas.
He is a warrior without flaw, without weakness, designed to surpass even the strongest celestial warriors. His body is covered in dark crystalline armour that absorbs light rather than reflects it, and his wings are jagged, resembling shattered glass, yet move with supernatural precision. His very presence bends the air around him, distorting reality.
The Devil speaks, his voice shaking the realm itself:
The Devil: "Eden is stagnant, bound by false divinity. The Fruit of Life will be ours. Malphas, show them the power of my creation."
Malphas steps forward. He does not speak, but his mere movement sends shockwaves through the void. Behind him, thousands of Corrupted—twisted warriors forged from fallen celestial souls—march in silence. Their bodies shift like living shadows, their eyes burning with an unnatural glow.
The invasion begins.