Meanwhile, on another floating island, Gabriel hovered in the crimson-tinged sky.
His six pairs of golden wings flapped gently, each movement stirring the thick, mana-laden air into soft eddies. The countless mysterious runes etched upon his feathers pulsed with a tranquil, rhythmic glow—like a heartbeat made of light. He looked godly. His golden hair cascaded past his shoulders, and within his irises, small cross-shaped patterns shimmered, faint but unmistakable, as if a divine signature had been stamped upon his very soul.
He looked down at the forest below and chuckled.
