As usual, the Angelic Dominion had a different feel in the early morning.
Grace wandered the empty halls, her footsteps echoing softly against the marble floors. No one was around at this hour – no Love Sisters trying to kiss her, no Bravery Sisters challenging her to sparring matches, no fans asking for details about how she killed a Primal Demon.
Just peace. Just quiet.
She needed this. A moment to breathe, to think.
The events of the past few weeks whirled through her mind like leaves caught in a storm. Dying. Becoming an angel. Learning she could permanently kill demons. The Saintess System. Oakridge Village. The Primal Demon.
It was too much, too fast.
Grace paused at a large window overlooking the clouds below. Somewhere down there was the mortal realm – Linaria. Full of people living their lives, unaware that their fate apparently rested on the shoulders of a former turnip farmer who couldn't even figure out proper irrigation systems.
[Why me?]
