Silvanus, the one who was longed for at this very moment, appeared inside the temple of the angel Gabriel.
Outside the temple, believers and even government espers stood guard, yet not a single soul could be found within.
The temple was empty, like an endless corridor with torches high above. Looking up, a great statue stood at the highest point—an angel with a merciful face, eyes covered by cloth, yet still radiating compassion that seeped into one's heart.
Honestly, the statue looked far too real, surpassing mere stone.
Silvanus pressed his lips together and slowly walked forward. The closer he got, the larger the statue loomed, forcing him to crane his neck to see it clearly.
At that moment, a slow voice suddenly echoed:
"To make my lord look up at me is my sin."
This voice coincided with the fleeting fragments of memory he had. Silvanus lowered his gaze and softly called,
"Gabriel."
