——Staining the ocean with heavy metal, covering the forests with yellow sands, these are the people who burn the sky with smoke-filled winds!
——Adam's first wife, becoming the bride of Hell, all of this is the wicked sin of that wild woman!
——Once the most radiant existence in the heavens, yet fostering the rebellion of the beautiful Fallen Angels!
——Oh, you who repeat the same mistakes over and over again!
——Listen to the sighs of the winged race soaring in the sky...
——They are the messengers of the Creator God, warning of the coming day of judgment
——They are neither Gods nor humans...
——Their name is Angel
Clack! Closing the hard black cover, raising thin dust, the white gloves imprinted with the same gray, yet indifferently rubbing against each other.
