Michael's neck began healing at a rapid pace as he could finally readjust it into its normal position.
And as he did so, he stared at the man in front of him, it was the golden-haired man from the arena, the person who he got his halo from.
"Why are you here?" Michael suddenly asked as he stood up, almost tumbling due to his previous state.
"Why do you think? You would have died if I had not come, the difficulty was certainly no joke" The golden-haired man said and shrugged while walking towards the destroyed gazebo.
Michael decided to silently follow after him, he could not disagree that without his help, he might have really died.
As the two of them finally arrived at the destroyed gazebo, the man bent down and picked up a tiny fragment off of the ground, it was a murky golden color, similar to the mana Adam had used.
