The golden sky was filled with a tranquil radiance as countless streams of Divine Energy silently drifted across the heavens, naturally filling every corner of the Heavenly Realm with an indescribable sense of holiness.
Brilliant golden white clouds slowly floated overhead, while magnificent cities built from white stone rested upon the land below, their countless towers reflecting the sunlight like enormous crystals.
Inside one of the many Sanctuary Inns built for traveling Angels, a lone figure quietly sat beside a crystal window, calmly watching the streets outside as Angels continuously walked past one another, some chatting with friends, some carrying out patrols, while others leisurely wandered through the bustling city as though this were nothing more than another ordinary day.
The figure quietly raised the cup resting before him before taking a small sip.
If anyone looked at the Angel right now, they would see nothing but an ordinary Saint Rank Angel.
