If I were to spark a revolution against this celestial meat grinder, I couldn't do it alone. To dismantle a scheme this vast and entrenched, I needed to leverage the very tools the angels had discarded: the defectors.
I remembered Angelica mentioning them once—a loose, shadow network of "glitched" souls. Like her, they were former pawns who had seen behind the golden veil and revolted against the treacherous endgame of their winged masters.
She had claimed these individuals were scattered across the globe, hiding in the fringes of the apocalypse. If her information held true, we had more than a fighting chance; we had a global insurgency.
My objective was clear. I didn't need to win the world; I just needed to break the angels' monopoly. To prevent the Merge, I had to ensure that humanity—true, unaligned humanity—controlled slightly over five percent of the total emblems.
