Above the Cloud Sea.
Angels were born from the spirit of God thousands of years ago.
It could be said that as eternal as God’s radiance was, so too were the angels.
Since descending to Heaven, God had been inactive, His hand suspended above the high heavens, never touching the earth, and His miracles had not appeared for a long ti.
To many unknowing angels, the world before their eyes... seed satisfactory to God.
Only Great Angels and the Divine, who were close to God, knew that God wanted to bring about a new era.
An unprecedented era.
Schiller arrived above Heaven.
Before seeing God, he decided to visit an "old friend" first.
Great Angel Solamus looked at Schiller surprisingly.
"Oh, Schiller, I didn’t expect your first act upon returning to be finding ," Solamus said.
Though God had not inford Solamus about Schiller’s jealousy, a secret known only to God and Schiller, as a Great Angel, Solamus still sensed Schiller’s dissatisfaction.
Schiller showed a facile smile and softly said,
"Great Angel,
I think I have perford God’s mission far better than you can imagine."
The Great Angel was initially startled but soon couldn’t help but find humor, he who guarded God’s throne, having eyes that could see through anyone, saw the ostentation beneath Schiller’s facile expression.
"Not bad, far better than I imagined.
Schiller, I doubted you too much before, that was my mistake."
The Great Angel smiled at Schiller, his deanor as gentle and refined as a mber of the Royal Family.
This reaction caught Schiller off guard; he thought Solamus would appear pale, evasive, but he was surprisingly magnanimous.
Schiller felt an unreasoned surge of resentnt, like flas highlighting the whiteness of snow, Solamus’s deanor making him feel even more insignificant.
"Then, I am off to see God."
Schiller quickly suppressed his thoughts, swallowing his pride, and looked away.
Solamus turned his head at that mont, gazing toward a distant throne,
"God is also calling you."
Schiller nodded imperceptibly, drawing a deep breath, his feelings a mix of excitent and anxiety.
A new era, a new era for the world, God had entrusted Schiller with a mission as significant as the one once carried by Solamus.
However, God did not just assign the mission and do nothing.
Like the day of rebirth, it was Solamus who blew the horn, but it was God who descended to Heaven.
Schiller flapped his wings, shortly after Solamus finished speaking, he too heard God’s calling.
Since discovering the hidden Ancient Word Temple within the collective subconscious, he was charged with determination, feeling like the mission similar to Solamus’s was progressively nearing completion through his efforts, and soon, the new era spoken of by God would arrive.
As he disputed with the Gods on earth, the future seed increasingly near.
Yet, the Great Angel did not understand why God did not directly usher in the new era but instead left humans to seize it themselves, with God placing no restrictions on how the humans might wield this power.
It was as if... the choice was left to the humans.
Soon after, this Great Angel arrived at the deepest part of Heaven, where God stood upon the swirling Cloud Sea, seemingly fixated on sothing.
"God... you are calling .
Do you have a command?"
Schiller knelt on one knee, lowering his wings, offering the greatest reverence to the Divine.
"Schiller, look."
Chen Yi turned around, pointing ahead.
Schiller stood up curiously, looking in the direction God was pointing.
He saw clouds arching up like a mountain, and atop its summit, stood a small clock tower, with an ancient and simple throne placed directly in front of it.
"What is that..."
Schiller asked, puzzled,
"God, why would you create this object?"
Chen Yi softly said,
"That is a seat prepared for myself."
Schiller turned around, greatly perplexed.
Heaven already had a throne solely belonging to God, why then did God need to create another throne in this profound depth?
"God, doesn’t this kingdom already have your throne?"
Schiller asked directly, unable to understand.
"Don’t worry, Schiller, every throne ultimately belongs to ,
but this throne needs to be made in advance, to be used later."
Chen Yi’s voice was not solemn, as if discussing sothing trivial.
Schiller thought, perhaps to the eternal Him, there are truly no major issues at all, His place of standing already being the highest realm in the world, regardless of what occurs, this was ever unchanging.
In that voice, the turmoil in Schiller’s heart had not risen before it was quelled.
The Great Angel gazed at that throne and remarked,
"So beautiful...
God, what will you use that throne for?"
Chen Yi pondered for a mont then slowly said,
"To carry my divinity, or rather... my honored na."
Schiller felt a wave of confusion; he could not comprehend these words, just as Solamus once taught the angels, we are still unable to directly gaze at God’s intense light, let alone God’s own visage.
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