Every creature inside Rowan's Mental Space was not mortal, and if they wanted they could stay impossible still like statues.
This was the present state of everyone present here. They all stood still, including the Angels of Char, and observed the ascending Angels.
For the first time, even that enigmatic Primordial Angel at the front rotated his head that was floating over his shoulders, and the face that resembled a lion looked over, the lights burning inside its eyes were like two full moons.
This silence stretched for another eighteen hours, and Rowan looked at the distance where the suns manifested by the angels were silently drifting and a slight trace of anger colored his eyes before fading away, he had to remind himself, that he had expected something like that.
