The war had already begun.
Thousands of ships filled the darkness of space—
an endless army chasing one target.
Angel's ship.
Red warning lights flashed across the control panel.
[SHIELDS AT 10%]
[CRITICAL DAMAGE DETECTED]
The ship trembled violently as a laser blast tore past them, barely missing the wing.
"What are we going to do…?" Elsa whispered, her voice tight.
Angel didn't turn.
Her eyes stayed fixed ahead—sharp, unshaken.
"What do you think I am?" she said quietly.
"A predictor?"
Another explosion rocked the ship.
Elsa clenched her fists. "Then tell me you have a plan."
Angel's grip tightened on the controls.
"…I don't."
For a moment, only alarms filled the silence.
Then—
[EMERGENCY PROTOCOL ACTIVATED]
[PLANETARY PORTAL OPENING]
A glowing rift tore open in front of them, swirling with unknown energy.
Angel pushed forward.
"We're going through."
The ship surged ahead, diving into the portal as explosions followed behind.
Everything went silent.
Angel exhaled slowly.
"I think… we made it."
"Angel—look back!" Elsa suddenly shouted.
Angel turned—
Her breath stopped.
The army… was coming through the portal.
"They followed us?" Elsa whispered.
Angel's expression darkened.
"…Then there's no escape."
Before Elsa could stop her—
Angel stood up.
"What are you doing?!" Elsa grabbed her arm.
"I don't have a choice."
Angel pulled away.
"If I don't stop them… my planet is finished."
She reached for her weapon.
An energy blade ignited in her hand, glowing with power.
Below them, countless ships advanced.
Her own troops.
The ones she once trusted.
Now coming to destroy everything.
Her breathing grew heavy.
"This is my fault…" she whispered.
And then—
she jumped.
Wind roared past her as she landed on an enemy ship.
One step.
Then another.
No hesitation.
No fear.
Only one thought—
Protect them.
A beam of energy charged in front of her.
Too fast.
Too close.
"Angel—LOOK OUT!" Elsa's voice echoed.
Angel turned—
Her eyes widened.
"No—!"
"NO!"
Angel shot up from her bed, gasping for air.
Her heart pounded violently against her chest.
Her hands trembled.
Her room.
Dark. Silent. Normal.
"It was… a dream…?" she whispered.
But her body didn't believe it.
Her fingers still felt the heat of the battle.
Her chest still carried the weight of something real.
Too real.
A sudden sound filled the room.
Angel froze.
Her eyes widened.
"Not again…" she whispered.
She clenched her fists tightly.
Not again like everyday…?"
Her voice shook.
"Or else… I'm doomed.
Her eyes slowly moved to the clock.
8:00 AM.
"WHAT?!"
"NOOO!"
She slipped from the bed and rushed to get ready.
Minutes later, she ran out, fixing her hair.
She grabbed hot bread from the toaster and ate while running.
"Late again…"
By the time she reached school, she was breathing heavily.
"I made it…"
But she stopped.
The gate was open.
Wide open.
"How is this possible…?"
A hand touched her shoulder.
Angel turned quickly—
Elsa.
Calm as always.
"Oh… good morning."
"I knew you'd be late," Elsa said.
"And you forgot, didn't you?"
"Forgot what—"
"Hey! Everyone look!"
Peter's voice cut in.
"Again, the couch potato is late!"
Laughter spread.
Students stared.
Angel stood still.
Silent.
And then—
the sky darkened.
Instantly.
A bolt of lightning struck the ground near her.
BOOM.
The earth shook.
Students screamed and ran.
Angel froze.
Something felt wrong.
Another strike.
Closer.
Sharper.
Her breath hitched.
"…Why does it feel like it's aiming…?"
Everything changed.
The kind of scene—
no one expected
And then—
the sky cracked again,