Chapter 147
On the table.
Everyone's faces were full of joy. From strangers at the beginning, they had quickly become good friends who talked about everything.
Even though the others were Angels—beings of great power and ancient origin—their inherently kind nature made it easy for Finn and the others to bond with them.
After the meal, the old patriarch took them toward the source of the beam of light. Since they had expressed interest, it wasn't a problem.
More importantly, Finn and his group were considered crucial allies—saviors, even—to the Angelic race.
That was why the old patriarch was so willing to lead them toward the heart of the sacred site.
On the way.
The old patriarch showed no arrogance, instead walking alongside them while sharing the history and legacy of their kind. The Angelic Order, as he explained, had once been scattered across the stars after a catastrophic event during the Celestial Wars. But here, in this peaceful pocket dimension, they had found sanctuary—what he now called the Angelic Haven.
Finn and the others were intrigued, listening intently. Not once did boredom or impatience cross their faces.
"Did the power you Angels gained come from that beam of light?" Stephen asked, his voice thoughtful. He cast his gaze toward the flickering energy column in the distance, falling into deep thought.
He had been shocked since first encountering the Angels. The energy surrounding them was immense—comparable to the energy fields generated in pocket universes or even those connected to the Dark Dimension.