"That's it, send us back" Michael calmly demanded from the king of thorns
"I already told you why I can not do that," The king replied, "The test" he added
"If he dies, then there will be no more test and we will lose what might be our only chance at settling the turmoil in heaven" Michael looked the King directly into the endless abyss he had for eyes
"If he can not pass this simple test, then of what use do you think he will be for you in the future? He wouldn't even make it past the first sphere" The King asked
Michael opened his mouth to speak but was stopped by Gabriel's hand on his shoulder, he looked at Gabriel, puzzled at his gesture and Gabriel pointed to the floating screen that they used to observe Emory's journey.
"Let's have faith and keep observing, Emory will not go down that easily, you know how he is. Besides, I have a feeling that he'll pull through" Gabriel said as he withdrew his hand and tucked it in his pockets
