The sun shone bright above the skies, its golden light glimmering across a sea of floating islands. Each island drifted on clouds like continents of their own — forests of crystal trees, silver rivers flowing upward, and beasts of legend soaring freely. Dragons coiled around mountain spires, their scales reflecting sunlight like jewels. Phoenixes bathed in radiant flames, reborn with every dawn. Even the smallest birds shimmered with faint divine energy.
At the highest point of the sky realm stood a great castle of light — the Sanctum of the Dawn, home to the angelic race. Its walls were carved from celestial marble, pulsing softly with runes that predated time itself.
Upon one of its balconies stood an angel — tall, silver-skinned, and radiant, his six wings folded neatly behind him. His eyes glowed faintly with holy fire as he gazed upon the horizon.
Suddenly, the light in his eyes flickered.
A tremor — faint yet ancient — rippled through the heavens.
> "What is this presence...?" he murmured, his voice trembling with disbelief.
"It cannot be... The Sin of Gluttony was slain millennia ago."
But the sensation only grew stronger, dark energy coiling like mist across the horizon. It was a power the angels had sworn was sealed beneath the mortal realm — devoured, consumed, and forgotten. Yet now... it stirred again.
The angel spread his wings and leapt into the skies. Golden feathers scattered in his wake as he shot through the clouds, his flight tearing through the wind. His destination: The Court of the Skies — where the Archangels convened.
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Within moments, the grand gates of the Court opened. The chamber inside was vast, lined with radiant pillars that shimmered like frozen lightning. Seated upon floating thrones were beings of divine majesty — the Seven Archangels, each embodying a virtue of the heavens.
The silver angel knelt.
"My Lords and Ladies of the Court, I bring urgent news. The Sin of Gluttony has… returned."
A silence heavy enough to shake the air followed his words. One angel, her wings dark at the tips — a mark of battle — leaned forward.
> "Impossible. The lion's soul was devoured by the Abyss itself."
Another, his armor glowing like molten gold, clenched his fist.
> "And yet, I sense it too. That hunger… that endless void. It has awakened."
A murmur spread through the chamber. One of the elder angels — wings vast as storm clouds — rose from his throne.
> "If the Sin of Gluttony stirs once more, then the balance of realms will crumble. The seals have weakened… or something below has disturbed them."
The messenger hesitated.
"There was… movement. A fluctuation in the mortal realm — something small, but unnatural. It may have been… rebirth."
That word — rebirth — echoed in every mind present.
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Outside, the heavens darkened slightly, clouds swirling as though the very sky recoiled in fear. From the depths of the world below, faint tremors rose, unseen to mortals but felt by every divine being.
The elder angel finally spoke, his voice like thunder.
> "Summon the Watchers. The Sin rises again. Whether reborn as beast or man — it must not walk this world unopposed."
And as the meeting adjourned, the angels' radiant wings filled the skies — streaks of light soaring toward distant islands, toward the mortal realm far below.
Somewhere, deep beneath them, a rabbit stirred within a troll's village — unaware that the heavens themselves had begun to tremble because of him.
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This version ties your rabbit scene and the angelic Sky Islands together beautifully, building tension for the next arc while hinting that the rabbit might be connected to the Sin of Gluttony.