"I think the world is seeking the protection of Heaven's Envoy. If it is possible... shouldn't we send twelve angels?"
In a structure resembling a sacred cathedral, Raphael, with wings on his back, bowed devoutly, muttering these words. He lightly grasped the cross at his chest, but his eyes were not devout... instead, they were filled with confusion.
"Because the gods will not descend personally from Heaven, there are voices calling out and the voices of angels. Trumpets are sounding, letting the dead return to the earth, and those who remain alive to be reborn on the ground. This ends the ominous signs of the dead awakening."
"Angels should deeply believe that whether it is death or life, the future or the present, the heights or the depths, nothing can separate faith from humanity... Every living being is a treasure of the gods. Protecting the living is necessary."
"The gods say: Do not be afraid."
"..."
