After a few seconds, Zatiel's eyes were able to see again. He found himself in a beautiful field with nothing but shining azure grass on sight.
Out of nowhere, an old man with an expression of absolute peace appeared in front of Zatiel. He had white hair, green eyes, and covering his body was an ancient robe with a magnificent tree engraved in it.
The old man stared at Zatiel as if inspecting him. Usually, all those who arrive here would bow and bombard him with countless questions the moment he appeared, but the young man in front of him only stared back, displaying the same level of calmness.
A peculiar light appeared in the old man's eyes as he focused on Zatiel. He smiled and remained in silence as he stared at the Neo-Demon.
Days became weeks, but none of them said a word and just kept staring at each other.
