Deep within the Celestial Kingdom.
The Great Angel, tasked with a mission, flicked his forked tongue, shimmering in the half-air, visible one moment and gone the next, exceedingly vigilant as he fixed his gaze ahead, his eyes revealing an elusive shadow of dark intent.
Before him stood Solamus, the Six-Winged.
He was not only the guardian of the northern reaches of Heaven but also the foremost of the Divine guardians of God's Throne, a Millennium Prophet who had journeyed through the Mortal World. It could be said that in the realm above the Cloud Sea, apart from God himself, Solamus was the most esteemed.
Schiller envied the Angel Leader, sometimes to the point of madness.
This envy was not mitigated by the mission bestowed by God; on the contrary, it grew more intense.
However, in the presence of Solamus, Schiller managed to conceal the jealousy in his heart, displaying only vigilance on his face.
"Solamus, what brings you here?"
Schiller asked coldly.
