"..."
Leonard Churchill listened to the compliments, smiling without saying a word.
He had realized earlier that this Great Angel had none of the arrogance and coldness typical of powerful beings; instead, they were friendly and easy to communicate with.
This one also wore a cool outfit, confidently showing off their impressive figure.
Sunshine glinted off the black wings, reflecting a dark golden divine light.
Speaking, this Fallen Angel seemed to have thought of something, a slight smile appeared on their enchanting and beautiful face, saying, "Forget it, you young ones chat, I'll go for a walk."
Before Leonard Churchill could say anything, they disappeared without a trace.
Only the hanging chair still swayed gently in the breeze.
At this moment, Camilla sat up and stood from another hammock.
She exchanged a glance with Leonard Churchill, seemingly aware of his change, unable to hide her surprise, yet somewhat unsure: "You... have you condensed a Godhood?"
"Not yet."
