Mihael's domain was flourishing.
The west coast had long been abandoned due to the excess number of fallen roaming about.
And though there were still a lot of fallen around, actually, the number might have increased yet, yet angels still lived here now.
Some had come just due to their curiosity. Others, to seek refuge and not be a renegade.
But of course, some had come purely to gain favoritism from a god with limitless potential.
"At the end of the day, nothing but worms trying to find the next soft ground to dig up," Sarveisa said, staring down.
A hand on the guardrail.
Quite high up the black castle, just looking down.
Looking down on the peasants below.
Houses, new buildings, a city of sorts… constantly expanding.
Constantly getting brighter, livelier.
"Perhaps…" Said the fallen. "However, aren't you the same?" She had a fallen by her side.
Just one.