Only God

Facing Schiller's arrival, the being before him showed no hint of hostility.

"The one like God..."

The being on the throne called me...

"The one like God?!"

Schiller froze in place, staring dumbfounded at the supreme throne.

One of the thrones crafted by God for the new era was occupied by an existence both familiar and strange.

The latter was enveloped in infinite radiance, obscuring its features, while the Cloud Sea boiled and calmed intermittently, like the wind that traveled from west to east, returning to its origin.

"Who are you?"

After a moment, Schiller finally spoke,

"Why do you call me 'the one like God'?"

Although Schiller was uncertain who the being on the throne was, he was sure it was not God, whom he knew.

As a Great Angel, Schiller suddenly felt an impulse; he longed to rush forward and tear the being on the throne to shreds.

But... it wasn't time yet; he needed to understand the situation first.

The being on the throne, referred to as the King of Kings, did not answer the first question.

It only answered the second,

"The reason you're called 'the one like God'

is because you resemble God."

I resemble God?

Schiller first felt a hint of joy, then quickly furrowed his brow.

"I am Schiller, the Great Angel created by God; naturally, I resemble Him."

As these words fell, the being continued:

"Not only thus, among the Great Angels, save for the Angel King, only you bear the closest resemblance, only you... are fit to carry His radiance."

Schiller looked astonished.

When the being spoke, he felt a familiar yet strange warmth.

This warmth was different from that bestowed by God.

It felt more like an innate and spontaneous warmth from within.

As though one had met the soulmate destined for them in life.

"The Angel King? Who is that?

There is no king among the angels."

Schiller feigned indifference.

A king implies a ruler, a sovereign.

In the Holy Realm, aside from God, who else could be a ruler, a sovereign?

Hence, among the angels, there was no king, only the timeless God as the one ruler, the sovereign.

"You are right; angels are not mortals, they have no king.

Yet God departed,

and thus a king arose."

The voice was not loud,

yet it exploded like thunder in Schiller's ears.

The Great Angel's eyes filled with horror, as if he had heard the most dreadful secret in the world, his whole body shivering coldly above the Cloud Sea.

God... left?

He left Heaven, left the angels?

Merely thinking further, Schiller felt his mind spinning fast, about to stall.

Thousands of years ago, the Logos faced a crisis of rationality, and their kingdom nearly collapsed.

Schiller suddenly felt as if he could empathize with those Logos.

The Logos... had never faced God's departure.

Schiller, along with all the angels of Heaven, had similarly never faced God's departure.

Since angels' births within God's dream, they had always been with God; His radiance was a tangible warmth and majesty to them, not a vague legend in Scriptures.

Schiller forced himself not to think further; he focused his attention elsewhere.

"Then... where is the Angel King?

Are you the Angel King?"

After a moment, Schiller asked, enunciating each word.

The being seemed to have anticipated Schiller's question.

"The Angel King... has fallen.

Like you, he was called 'the one like God', but since his fall, only you have been called 'the one like God'."

Another shocking piece of news reached Schiller's ears, his figure wavered, nearly toppling to the ground.

The Angel King...

Could it be Solamus?

Solamus... has he fallen?

What on earth...

Schiller looked at the being in disbelief, trying to find any trace of deceit, but no matter how he employed the grace of angels, he could not find a shred of evidence.

Gazing at the being, a sensation washed over his mind—everything it said was a future certainty, a bloody truth.

"The Angel King you speak of... could it be... Solamus?!"

Schiller nearly roared,

"He has fallen, how is that possible?!"

Sincere anger surged within him.

Schiller could not accept the reality the being had described.

"It was him.

However, by that time, he was no longer known by that name."

The being said calmly, facing Schiller's rage, It remained motionless on the throne, as if endowed with infinite patience,

"As one like God, I see your anger.

Yet I am not your enemy, quite the contrary, I... was once in a similar situation to yours."

As the King of Kings spoke, a refreshing breeze rose in Schiller's heart, and in an instant, the anger vanished.

"If you are not my enemy, then who exactly are you?"

Schiller finally calmed down and asked softly.

The being slowly raised its hand.

It dispersed the dense aura around it, and slowly stood up from the throne, moving towards Schiller.

Even though It had approached, the Great Angel still couldn't see Its full form, only the being's eyes.

"The one like God, have you forgotten why you came?"

The being spoke.

Schiller suddenly remembered, he had come to seek the prophecy about the divine being of the new era.

According to the prophecy, the being before him... was the divine being of the new era.