Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 349: Emergency

Chapter 349: Emergency

Archangel Uriel descended upon her domain, her presence like a radiant storm that sent ripples through the very air.

A golden light burned behind her. Illuminating the vast halls of the large plain in front of the various buildings. But despite its brilliance, the feeling she carried was anything but comforting.

The gathered Angels and inhabitants instinctively bowed with reverence in their movements.

Her return was abrupt. And above all, unnatural.

Uriel’s gaze swept across the silent figures before her. The weight of her eyes was unbearable as if she could see through flesh and into the soul itself. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.

Then, she spoke. Her voice was not loud but it carried across the entire domain, sinking into the minds of all who heard it.

"Something has entered our world from the Black Wall."

A tremor passed through the Angels. Murmurs spread like wildfire. They did not know the details, but they had all felt it. The unease, the sleepless nights, the growing pressure in their chests.

Uriel took a step forward, and the ground beneath her feet pulsed with fire energy.

"We still didn’t know the source of this disturbance. So prepare yourselves."

At that moment, Asqa stiffened. What is going on exactly?

Then, suddenly, as if unwilling to give them even a moment to breathe, Uriel spoke.

"Prepare for war."

The reaction was immediate and identical among them all—shock. Murmurs spread in every direction like wildfire.

A war? A war against what?

There had been no prior warnings, no rumors of any catastrophe, no visible or audible threat. And yet, the Archangel herself was now telling them to prepare for war?

"Your Grace... What—what is happening?" one of Uriel’s higher-ranking followers asked, his tone laced with confusion and uncertainty. He was speaking for all of them.

"Something... has appeared at the Black Wall. There is no time to explain now. For now, do as I said—prepare for war."

With that, Archangel Uriel strode away, heading swiftly toward the main building where she resided.

The followers remained frozen for a moment, struggling to process what had just happened. But soon, they scrambled to their feet, rushing toward their assigned posts.

Asqa did the same.

As one of the designated fighters in Uriel’s domain, she was obligated to prepare her forces whenever the Archangel issued such a command. Even if there was no clear reason behind it.

"I need to tell Clyde about this," Asqa thought, biting her lip.

Archangel Uriel’s footsteps echoed sharply as she marched through the corridors of her residence. Her silver-metal boots clashed against the white marble floor, each step carrying a weight of urgency. Her jaw was clenched tight, her expression hardened.

Her unease stemmed from what had happened in the Far North dimension just hours ago.

She had expected today to be like any other—a day of guarding that forsaken place alongside Gabriel and the other factions, of slaying the twisted creatures that emerged from beyond the Black Wall.

But no one could have predicted what happened next.

From within the Black Wall

— where only strange, mindless monsters had ever appeared before — something else had emerged.

A single, colossal eye.

Yet it did not feel like any eye belonging to a living being she had ever encountered.

Something about it was wrong.

But the strangeness did not end there.

The Eye spoke.

Its voice did not travel through the air—it resonated directly within the souls and minds of every being in the Far North. The sheer force of it made their eyes widen in shock and terror.

"Your end... is near... Prepare... to vanish..."

Those were the words the Eye delivered. And then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, it vanished back into the Black Wall.

They all stood frozen, their bodies stiff with fear.

Some soldiers collapsed on the spot, unable to withstand the crushing weight of its presence.

Uriel and Gabriel nearly collapsed. Their knees buckled, but with gritted teeth, they forced themselves to remain standing, enduring the crushing weight of the Eye’s words and presence.

On the other side, the Celestial and Demon factions suffered the same fate. Many soldiers weakened and dropped to the ground, but the higher-ranking Celestials and Belial remained standing, though visibly shaken.

After witnessing such an event, none of them had any doubts—something terrible was about to unfold.

Without wasting any more time, they made a swift decision. Some of them had to return to their respective domains to prepare.

Gabriel chose to stay behind to monitor the situation, while Uriel immediately departed for Eden, carrying the grave news.

As soon as she arrived, she called for an emergency meeting with the Archangels to relay what had happened.

Now, within her domain, the Archangels arrived one by one, tension evident on their faces.

All except for Michael, who entered with a slight smirk on his lips.

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The grand hall of Uriel’s domain was vast and imposing. At the center of the hall stood a long, immaculate table of white marble, its surface so polished it gleamed like still water.

Around it, the Archangels gathered, their presence alone enough to make the air heavy with divine energy.

Uriel took her seat at the head of the table, her silver-plated armor still dusted with the remnants of her journey. Her expression was grim, her jaw tight with tension.

To her right sat Raphael. Now there was a sharp edge to his gaze. He tapped his fingers against the table, as if lost in thought.

Beside him, Sariel sat with a solemn expression, her silver eyes showing a rare hint of unease. Sariel presence usually had a grounding effect, but even she seemed disturbed by the events that had unfolded.

Further down, Azrael leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his raven-black wings partially unfurled behind him.

And then there was Michael.

Seated opposite Uriel, he carried himself with the same confidence as always, his golden armor pristine, his expression looked sharp yet unreadable.

Uriel exhaled and then spoke with and tense voice.

"You all know why I have gathered you here. We have to be ready for war."

The room fell into silence. All eyes were on her.

Then Raphael leaned forward. "Tell us everything."

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