Far beyond the mortal world.
Beyond the sky, beyond the stars.
There existed a realm of endless radiance.
A domain untouched by the passage of time.
The domain once governed by the will of the Creator.
Here stood the silent palace of the angels.
The place where the first servants of creation once gathered.
The beings known as the Seven Angels of Origin, the seven pillars created directly by Veldanava at the dawn of existence.
Feldway, Dino, Obera, Pico, Garasha, Zalario and Cornu.
But the hall that once held seven now held far fewer.
Three seats remained empty.
Those who occupied them now walked the mortal world. Charged with watching over the world.
Silence ruled the chamber.
Until—
A ripple passed through space itself.
A tremor. It was subtle, but unmistakable.
A divine presence.
A tall figure slowly lifted their head.
Silver hair cascaded over black-gold armor, long wings folded behind their back.
The angel Zalario narrowed their eyes slightly.
"…Strange."
Another presence soon appeared across the hall. Walking with elegance.
A woman in white armor, her long hair flowing like pale light.
Her gaze was calm but serious.
Obera had noticed it as well.
"You felt it as well?"
Zalario nodded.
"Yes."
They turned their gaze toward the distant world below.
"There is an angelic signature below us."
Obera folded her arms.
"And yet…"
Her voice lowered.
"It does not belong to any of the original seven of us."
A third figure materialized at the center of the chamber.
The air itself seemed to obey his presence.
Golden eyes opened slowly. The eyes were cold and commanding.
This was the commander of heaven.
Feldway.
"…So you noticed it as well."
Zalario inclined their head slightly.
"It would be impossible not to."
The energy pulsed again. It was not violent nor hostile.
But the energy itself was immense and felt ancient.
Like something that had always existed… yet had never existed at the same time.
Obera frowned.
"Another Angel of Origin? This should not be possible."
An Impossible Existence, she just couldn't believe it.
Zalario spoke first.
"There are seven of us."
Their gaze briefly moved across the empty seats in the chamber.
"Three of us are absent."
"Yet even if they returned… that energy would not belong to them."
Obera nodded.
"So it must be then..."
She closed her eyes briefly, sensing it again.
"This energy. It resembles our own essence."
"But it is also… different."
Feldway said nothing.
He simply listened.
Zalario continued calmly.
"It is unstable."
"A being that has only just awakened."
Obera opened her eyes.
"Yes."
"And yet its power…"
She hesitated.
"…is enormous."
For the first time, interest flickered across Feldway's expression.
"How enormous?"
Obera answered honestly.
"Comparable to us. Or even more."
Silence filled the hall.
That was not a small statement.
The seven angels were beings born directly from the Great Holy Spirit of Light, creations of Veldanava himself.
For another existence to suddenly appear, and at their level—
Was impossible.
Feldway stepped forward.
The faintest smile appeared on his face.
"…Fascinating."
Zalario glanced at him.
"You sound pleased Feldway."
"Of course Zalario."
Feldway's voice was calm.
"Opportunities should always be welcomed."
Obera frowned.
"That is not an opportunity Feldway."
"It is an anomaly."
Feldway tilted his head slightly.
"All the more reason to investigate."
Zalario watched him quietly.
They understood that look.
Feldway had already begun calculating.
Planning.
Scheming.
"What are you thinking?" Zalario asked.
Feldway's gaze turned toward the distant world.
"To answer that question… we must consider something."
He folded his hands behind his back.
"Our purpose."
Obera's expression hardened.
"…You mean your obsession."
Feldway did not react.
His voice remained calm.
"Our creator Veldanava should not have fallen."
The name lingered unspoken in the air.
But they all felt it.
Veldanava.
The star king.
The god who created them.
The being Feldway had never accepted losing.
Zalario spoke quietly.
"You still intend to resurrect him."
"It is not intention."
Feldway replied.
"It is necessity."
Obera stepped forward.
"No it is not."
Her voice was firm.
"It is delusion."
The chamber grew silent.
Zalario did not interfere.
This argument had happened before.
Many times.
Obera continued.
"Lord Veldanava entrusted the world to us."
"He did not ask to be revived."
"He accepted the flow of the world."
Feldway's gaze sharpened slightly.
"You presume to know his will?"
Obera did not hesitate.
"Yes."
"And I know he would never approve of what you are planning."
Feldway simply looked back toward the world again.
"That new existence…"
"…possesses power comparable to ours."
Zalario spoke quietly.
"Possibly greater."
Feldway nodded.
"Exactly."
Obera's eyes narrowed.
"…No Feldway. Put those thoughts away."
She already knew where this was going.
Feldway continued calmly.
"If guided properly…"
"That being could become extremely useful."
Obera stepped forward.
"You mean turning it into a weapon."
Feldway didn't deny it.
"If necessary."
Her wings shifted slightly.
"That is wrong."
Zalario finally spoke again.
"What exactly do you intend?"
Feldway's answer came immediately.
"We will locate this being."
"Observe it."
"And if possible…"
He paused.
"…bring it under our control."
Obera's expression darkened.
"You cannot control a being like that."
Feldway turned to her.
"Everything can be controlled."
"With the right method."
Obera shook her head.
"You speak as if it were an object."
"It is a living being."
Feldway replied calmly.
"Then it will learn its purpose."
Zalario watched them silently.
Obera stepped closer.
"What if it refuses?"
Feldway's answer was simple.
"Then we will make it accept."
Her voice hardened.
"That is not guidance."
"You are intending on dominating this being that could potentially be one of us."
Feldway did not respond.
Instead, he turned toward the distant horizon again.
That strange presence pulsed once more.
Bright.
Wild.
Unrestrained.
Something about it was… chaotic.
Unpredictable.
Even amusing.
Feldway's eyes narrowed slightly.
"…Interesting."
Zalario folded their arms.
"So that is your decision."
"Yes."
Obera stared at him.
"You will treat it like a tool."
Feldway looked back at her.
"Power must serve purpose."
"And our purpose…"
His voice lowered.
"…is the return of our creator."
The chamber fell silent again.
Obera slowly exhaled.
"…You truly believe this will lead to that."
"Yes."
She shook her head slightly.
"Then you are mistaken."
Feldway did not argue.
He had already made his decision.
"We will begin searching immediately."
His gaze turned distant.
"Find the source of that power."
"And when we do…"
His voice grew cold.
"…we will ensure it serves heaven."
Obera looked away.
Far below—
In the mortal world—
That strange new angelic presence continued to burn brightly.
Wild.
Free.
Uncontrolled.
And for reasons she could not explain—
Obera had the feeling that trying to control that being…
Would be a big mistake.
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