At the exact same moment, in the Sixth Day suspended high above the dark void of the Fifth Day, the red-haired Angel Leader Michael, with three pairs of ethereal wings, swiftly broke through layer upon layer of dense ether and ascended. He soon landed before the massive Wisdom Vortex Gate, glancing around at the deathly silent vortex, as if in a wistful sigh of a long departure.
In the past, before Gabriel Angel was driven to madness by the pain of losing a child, many angels from other skies would come here, driven by curiosity and a thirst for knowledge. They sought out information or conversed with this benevolent sage who resided in the Sixth Day. Even Michael Angel, so versed in war and forging, frequently found inspiration from Gabriel in both major and minor matters, breaking free from the shackles of his own thoughts to discover new paths.
