Sons of a devil

The morning was unusually silent. No birds sang. No winds stirred. The sun rose, veiled behind a dull red sky that shimmered like a dying ember. The villagers stood uneasily outside their homes, staring upward.

And then it happened.

A single star fell.

But it did not burn—it screamed.

Azrael Jr. jolted awake in his chambers, clutching his chest, breath ragged. "It's begun."

Caelan burst in seconds later, eyes wide. "You saw it too?"

"The scream?"

They both nodded.

Down in the village, smoke curled from the crater where the star had landed. Eren and Leo led the guards cautiously toward it, swords drawn.