Shirone opened his eyes.
The first thing he felt was refreshment. It was as if he had woken from a long sleep.
How long had he been asleep?
As the thought crossed his mind, Shirone sat up and shouted.
Shirone: "No! My friends...!"
Ikael: "Don’t worry. You were only asleep for less than five minutes."
Shirone: "But why does my body feel...?"
Ikael: "My light permeated you, clearing your mind. I can activate everything."
As she said, Shirone’s mental strength, which had been exhausted from consecutive battles with Igrin and Taboo, was completely restored.
Shirone: "Ah, thank you. I didn’t even realize..."
Ikael: "Are you okay? By the way, how does it feel to know the secrets of heaven?"
Shirone traced the memories Ikael had shared with him. They felt hazy, like a dream, but he knew they weren’t just a dream.
He had learned something monumental. The fact that Miro had done such a thing was particularly shocking.
Ikael: "The ability to connect dimensions is unique to angels. But for a long time, we’ve been passing down the abilities of angels to humans."
Shirone: "That’s the Nephilim."
Ikael: "Yes. The Nephilim guide humans toward God. But some Nephilim do the opposite. Those civilizations often break away from God’s will and build their own independent civilizations. Like the world Shirone comes from."
Shirone now understood why ancient magic was different. At some point, humans had broken away from God’s will, and the magic they developed independently became the Spirit Zone.