The children of heaven watched in shock as one of their own died before their eyes, simply by being touched by those flames.
They all retreated cautiously, creating distance from the shadowy figure.
"Who are you?!" one of them shouted.
They hesitated to attack, becoming extremely cautious. They didn't even know that person's identity. Was he sent by the Angels?
If that was the case, why was he attacking them? Had something happened outside during their absence that they were unaware of? That appeared unlikely.
The shadowy figure remained silent. Even if it could speak, it saw no point in conversing with them.
"Are you a friend of those insects? Or a creation of the civilization left behind?" another child of heaven asked.
There were only two kinds of people who could be here. One was people with permission from the Angels and the second were those who were already in this world.