Gentle, kind, hopeful, dreamy, blessing the world with eternal peace.
The scale of it has just escalated!
Wayne didn't have this realization and suspected that the other party was faking it, forcibly raising the realm to hoodwink him, an honest man.
The Great Eyeball on his chest blinked, turning off the beauty filter, and the angels' appearances changed drastically.
The wings remained the same and even enlarged proportionally a lot, while the other parts underwent a 180-degree transformation, with styles all over the place; anything Wayne could imagine, could be found here.
Some looked like people, some like animals, some had black withered bodies, some had horns like the Devil, and there were odd geometric shapes, with many more being a hodgepodge of stitched-together freaks.
It couldn't be called anthropomorphism, these angels who collectively refused to take human form were nowhere near in the same league as humans.