"Angels! They are from angels from the powerful ancient race, nicknamed Servants of the Gods. Praise the gods, no, praise the Great Young Master Watson, we are saved!"
Leon shouted as he opened his arms and knelt humbly on the ground when he saw the tens of thousands of beings hovering in the sky.
Arthur, who was beside him, was not so excited. He only stared at the dragon and the phoenix in the sky, then looked at the diamond-shaped scales on his body and the pure white wings of the phoenix. He seemed uncertain. "The angel species? Haven't they been extinct since ancient times? How can there be so many of them? And why do I feel so familiar with the dragon and phoenix in the sky?"
"These angels, the dragon, and the phoenix came from the direction of Mount Creation that Miss Nightingale had mentioned. Could it be—"
Annie stared at the distant sky as a bold guess emerged in her heart.
