The time dial gradually retreated, back to when Gabriel was still on his way back and Fisher was still talking with Tangze Asuka and Michael.
Below the Fifth Day, at the top of the Fourth Day's position in a pavilion corridor, the golden short curly-haired Angel, trailing her long white angel robe, had stood there for an unknown amount of time.
She sat there wantonly on the railing at the edge of the corridor, her legs stretched outside, leisurely and carefree. The surface of the crooked crown on her head reflected the dazzling light falling from the Sun Ring above.
In front of her blue-golden scattered pupils, a dark stream of light flickered, as she smiled, watching Fisher above, waiting for something.
Until a Helair, identical to her, slowly appeared at the end of the corridor behind her, Helair—who seemed like Air here—finally made another move.
