He looked at the people from the other universe, especially the Celestial Continuum universe, as the people from this universe very much look like the angels and have beautiful white wings behind their backs.
A tall figure among them caught his attention. Unlike the others, whose auras were serene yet imposing, this one carried a distinct pressure—one that hinted at a deep connection to the fundamental laws of the universe. His wings were larger, edged with faint golden patterns that pulsed with hidden power.
"He stands out," Kael murmured beside him.
Apollo nodded. "A high-ranking angel, no doubt."
Just then, the Celestial being turned slightly, as if sensing Apollo's gaze. Their eyes met for the briefest moment, and Apollo felt a strange force press against his soul—not an attack, but a test.
He smirked, allowing a sliver of his own power to leak through, meeting the pressure head-on. For a moment, the air between them seemed to distort.