Shirone opened his eyes.
The first thing he felt was refreshnt. It was as if he had woken from a long sleep.
How long had he been asleep?
As the thought crossed his mind, Shirone sat up and shouted.
Shirone: "No! My friends...!"
Ikael reassured him.
Ikael: "Don’t worry. You were only asleep for less than five minutes."
Shirone: "But why does my body feel...?"
Ikael: "My light perated you, clearing your mind. I can activate everything."
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As she said, Shirone’s ntal strength, which had been exhausted from consecutive battles with Igrin and Taboo, was completely restored.
Shirone: "Ah, thank you. I didn’t even realize..."
Ikael: "Are you okay? By the way, how does it feel to know the secrets of heaven?"
Shirone traced the mories Ikael had shared with him. They felt hazy, like a dream, but he knew they weren’t just a dream.
He had learned sothing monuntal. The fact that Miro had done such a thing was particularly shocking.
Ikael: "The ability to connect dinsions is unique to angels. But for a long ti, we’ve been passing down the abilities of angels to humans."
Shirone: "That’s the Nephilim."
Ikael: "Yes. The Nephilim guide humans toward God. But so Nephilim do the opposite. Those civilizations often break away from God’s will and build their own independent civilizations. Like the world Shirone cos from."
Shirone now understood why ancient magic was different. At so point, humans had broken away from God’s will, and the magic they developed independently beca the Spirit Zone.
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