The Mercy of the Supreme Deity

"I am Dazni Enochx."

"My name is Shavonne."

The radiance of the Supreme Deity flickered, as if scrutinizing our identities. After a brief silence, the Supreme Deity spoke, its voice resonating with a timeless steadiness:

"Your names have been recorded. The Empire's plea for aid to Yuanting... I accept. The Third Angelic Army will immediately set out for your nation to assist in rebuilding and defending its territory."

In that moment, both Shavonne and I were overwhelmed by a mixture of emotions. The Empire had just endured turmoil and chaos. We had tirelessly traveled to seek aid for the Empire, never expecting our request to be granted so smoothly.

The Supreme Deity's words echoed throughout the sanctum, and the radiance began to condense, revealing a majestic vision. The banner of the Third Angelic Army unfurled within the light, shimmering with divine brilliance, as if heralding the aid and hope to come.

This was not merely a sacred promise but also an affirmation of the burden we bore. The Empire's reconstruction and security would receive unwavering support, and our mission was finally accomplished. Shavonne turned to look at me, her eyes filled with resolve and faith.

Under the radiance of the Supreme Deity, we felt an unprecedented sense of empowerment, as though the entire world was unfurling beneath our feet.

Avic found himself in a void interwoven with black and white. The space seemed divided by an invisible boundary—one side cloaked in impenetrable darkness, the other bathed in radiant light. In the center floated an ancient set of scales, each side bearing a symbolic object of black or white. The scales swayed gently, as if awaiting a decisive moment.

A female angel emerged from the boundary between light and dark, clad in a silver-white robe. Her wings were pristine as snow, exuding a sacred and awe-inspiring presence. Her face, half-hidden in the interplay of light and shadow, was faintly discernible, yet her deep, solemn eyes were vividly clear, brimming with insight and authority.

The angel's gaze settled on Avic, and after a moment, she spoke. Her voice was as gentle as a breeze yet carried an undeniable weight of authority.

"Avic, do you know the sin you have committed?"