In a second, every angel around the long golden table gazed at that one angel who dared to speak up. Upon realizing what he had done, slowly his eyes widened, not letting himself look behind where the seat of honor was.
His body stiffened, not knowing what to do nor how to face the other angels, but the other creatures who were present seated at their respective seats around the golden table were now focused on Astraix, who was completely recovered now.
“Continue.”
Every angel on the long golden table had sighed inwardly in relief at hearing what Amon had said. Immediately sitting tightly in their respective seats.
Every one of them had their own appearances, but one thing was common within the circle, and it was that everyone had their wings covering their faces, unable for others to
