Without needing anyone to make the introductions, the four demigods present clearly understood a reality:
The giant-like man who was sleeping on the iron-black throne was the left hand of God, the deputy of Heaven, Dark Angel Sasrir!
Amongst them, Lovia could clearly sense the oppression coming from this absolute high-level existence. It was like the response when praying to the True Creator. It was an aura that could cause her thoughts to scramble, her soul to degenerate, and her body to tremble.
Suddenly, she heard a burst of laughter. She turned her head to the side in a daze.
Klein bent his back slightly and laughed.
"'He' is still sleeping. Should we directly wake 'Him,' or wait for 'Him' to wake up?
"If we choose to wake 'Him,' how should we greet 'Him'? Hey, Your Highness Dark Angel? Rose Redemption Leader?"
