✨ THE RED WINGS AND THE WHITE WINGS ✨ PART 2 — TWO OPPOSING WINGS
PART 2 — TWO OPPOSING WINGS
Eighteen years have passed since the night Astheria was engulfed in a sea of flames.
No one speaks of that kingdom anymore.
Its final ruins have long been buried under snow and ash.
But the war…
has never ended.
The northern skies belong to the Angelic Tribe.
Massive white cities float among the clouds like sanctuaries of the divine. Thousands of angelic soldiers with white wings patrol the frozen skies day and night.
There—
everything is perfect.
Terrifyingly perfect.
No emotions.
No weakness.
No questioning is allowed.
And the strongest warrior of the Angelic Tribe…
is Seraphina.
The sound of bells echoes through the radiant grand hall as she lands in the central plaza.
Her massive white wings slowly fold behind her.
Hundreds of soldiers immediately kneel.
“Saint Seraphina!”
“Light of the End!”
Seraphina does not respond.
She walks past them in silver armor glowing with cold light.
Her long white hair flows gently in the wind.
Her silver eyes are so beautiful that no one dares to look at them for too long.
But those eyes…
hold no emotion.
From childhood, Seraphina was raised to become the ultimate weapon of the Angelic Tribe.
She learned how to fight before she learned how to smile.
She learned how to kill before she understood love.
The elders always told her:
“The Fire Tribe are monsters.”
“They bring war and darkness.”
“As long as they exist…”
“the world will never know peace.”
And Seraphina…
believed it for eighteen years.
But every night—
she has the same dream.
A sea of red flames.
A woman crying.
And another girl…
who looks exactly like her.
“Again that dream?”
A voice comes from behind.
Seraphina turns.
It is Archangel Raphael — the one who raised her.
He places a hand on her shoulder.
“Don’t let the past shake you.”
“The Fire Tribe are masters of mind manipulation.”
Seraphina stays silent.
But for the first time…
she begins to wonder.
If the Fire Tribe are truly monsters—
why does the girl in her dream…
cry so humanly?
Meanwhile—
far to the south—
a completely different world exists.
The sky is red with lava and ash.
Massive volcanoes burn without end.
Fire-winged warriors train across seas of flame like beasts born from war.
This is the domain of the Fire Tribe.
A place where only the strong survive.
And in the center of the flame arena—
Nyra stands among dozens of defeated warriors.
Heat rises around her burning red wings.
Her flaming sword still glows in her hand.
No one dares to step forward anymore.
A warrior trembles:
“She… she’s a monster…”
Nyra looks at him coldly.
Then turns and walks away.
The Fire Tribe worships her as the strongest symbol of war.
They call her:
“The Flame Queen.”
But no one knows—
Nyra carries a secret.
Every night before sleeping…
she looks at the old silver pendant around her neck.
Half a crescent moon.
The only thing left from her past.
“When I found you…”
the Fire Tribe leader once told her,
“you were lying in the flames of Astheria.”
“The Angelic Tribe killed your family.”
Since that day—
Nyra has hated the Angelic Tribe more than anything.
She has fought for eighteen years with one goal only.
To destroy the heavens.
But sometimes…
Nyra also sees strange dreams.
A woman holding her while crying.
A small hand trying to reach hers in a sea of fire.
And a white-haired girl…
vanishing into light.
That night—
a strange phenomenon appears in both realms at the same time.
A red and white moon appears together in the sky.
The elders of both tribes panic immediately.
Because the ancient prophecy…
has awakened.
“When the red wings and white wings meet again…”
“the war will end.”
“Or…”
“the world will collapse.”
The next morning—
the Angelic Tribe receives news.
The Fire Tribe is marching toward the northern border.
The entire heavens immediately enter a state of war.
Raphael looks at Seraphina.
“The time has come.”
He hands her an ancient holy sword.
“You must kill the Fire Tribe’s leader.”
“Before the prophecy becomes reality.”
Seraphina slowly takes the sword.
But for the first time in her life—
her hand trembles slightly.
On the other side of the continent—
Nyra stands before the Fire Tribe army.
A sea of flames burns behind her.
The leader looks at her with expectation.
“Bring me the head of the Angelic Saint.”
Nyra grips her blazing red sword tightly.
Her eyes are cold as ash.
“I will end this war.”
And in that moment—
no one knows that…
the two greatest enemies of the world—
May you like
are actually twin sisters.
