Despite that, his charm was something priceless; even Jophiel, who they called the angel of beauty, might be inferior to this figure in front of me.
As I was charmed by his beauty, my eyes also landed on the art he was drawing, apparently of some unknown exotic creatures.
"Are you going to continue to look, or come take a seat?"
At that moment, the figure spoke. His voice was soft and pleasant to hear, almost impossible to resist.
Taking a few steps forward, I walked out from the clouds and stepped onto the land, continuing toward the figure.
"Where am I?" I asked him once I was close enough. At the same time, I also saw a few tiny birds flying around him in the air; they were colorful and pleasant to look at.
"You're in my land. I don't know how you got into that situation, but if I hadn't interfered, you'd still be falling into the endless depths of the celestial space," the figure replied.
"Uh, thanks. Even I don't know until I fell."
