A palace stood on a verdant floating island, far away from where most of the bustling life in The Heaven took place. With its white marble pillars gleaming in the frigid sunlight, it looked like it was taken straight out of a history book of ancient Roman culture. Colorfully painted statues adorned the gravel path that wound itself past the flora. In the trees, birds chirped happily, and at the nearby stream, deer refreshed themselves. Butterflies danced across the field of wildflowers.
However, this paradise wasn't meant to last.
Metatron landed on the island's edge, his face contorted with anger.
"Huh, to think you were all hiding here all along," he muttered. Black veins spread across his entire face. His left cheek looked grey as if he was becoming monochrome.
