His whole life, Darren Wattkins thought his dreams were just dreams. A war in Heaven. Angels falling like broken stars. A voice in the dark that sounded like it was calling his name. Then one morning he woke up and Earth was gone. No warning. No explanation. Just a forest, a dead body, and a creature with six eyes charging straight at him. The man who saved his life introduced himself as Captain Will Tempest — twenty-eight years old, cold as a blade, and carrying eighty years of memory behind eyes that had already seen the world break twice. This is Eretz. A world caught between Heaven and Hades. A world where God hasn't spoken in over a century, seven sin-born monsters rule from the shadows, and the only people standing between humanity and extinction are a crew of misfits held together by grief and stubbornness. Speed didn't ask for any of this. He didn't ask for the mark that burned itself onto his hand in the middle of a royal tournament. He didn't ask for the sword made in Heaven that chose him — a nineteen-year-old streamer from Earth — over every warrior in a room full of them. He didn't ask to watch a princess reverse time over and over just to keep them breathing long enough to finish one fight. He didn't ask to learn that his captain has been slowly dying since before he was born, marching toward a death he chose so the rest of them could win. But the world doesn't ask. Seven Monarchs. Ten seasons. One crew that was never supposed to survive. Even Heaven bleeds. And when God goes silent, the broken will rise.