"What are… you?"
The Hero's blue-green heterochromatic eyes slowly returned to a unified emerald green, still shrouded in sadness due to the heavy history.
She softly repeated the question about Key Changing.
"Hero, you already know that, for humankind, angels are a kind of shackle."
In the reflection of Key Changing's eyes was the silhouette of the Hero, the curve of her lips unchanged.
"Regardless of whether it's sheltering, observing, urging, or even killing... No matter how much the relationship between angels and humankind changes, as long as they still try to coexist, and as long as the Four-winged King still upholds wisdom and goodness, humankind will be unable to escape the cage called 'angel.'
"If not for the final light, surely after the city's reconstruction, they would again reach out a helping hand in the name of 'goodness,' seeking sacrifice—attempting dominion.
"This is the nature of angels as Demon Species."
