Facing Schiller's arrival, the being before him showed no hint of hostility.
"The one like God..."
The being on the throne called me...
"The one like God?!"
Schiller froze in place, staring dumbfounded at the supreme throne.
One of the thrones crafted by God for the new era was occupied by an existence both familiar and strange.
The latter was enveloped in infinite radiance, obscuring its features, while the Cloud Sea boiled and calmed intermittently, like the wind that traveled from west to east, returning to its origin.
"Who are you?"
After a moment, Schiller finally spoke,
"Why do you call me 'the one like God'?"
Although Schiller was uncertain who the being on the throne was, he was sure it was not God, whom he knew.
As a Great Angel, Schiller suddenly felt an impulse; he longed to rush forward and tear the being on the throne to shreds.
But... it wasn't time yet; he needed to understand the situation first.
