Forging the world into one barracks, feeding its fires with all living beings.
The Heaven Realm, the gift of the ancients, the Barracks of the World, the Soldiers of the Shepherd—nowhere was this vision more fully realized than in this angel-ruled Interstitial Space.
Ten billion living beings each had their role, contributing their knowledge and themselves.
After an unknown stretch of time, an aerial port came into view. The Lightwing Fleet's banner flew from its highest point.
Throughout the port, angels and other beings alike stopped what they were doing and gathered as close to the berths as they could, watching starships and Floating Battleships return one after another.
Half an hour later, the flagship entered its berth, and a Space Gate was projected onto its bridge.
"Moon Knight, please." Rafelia extended a hand in invitation.
"Mm."
Velin nodded slightly, then stepped through the gate of light and left the Lightwing Fleet's flagship for the port.
Blue skies and white clouds. It was a fine day.
Looking around, he could make out quite a few vessels in the distant berths. He could not tell whether they were old ships awaiting retirement, ships from other fleets making temporary stops, or reserves for this fleet.
Before long, a small Floating Ship landed in the port. Its boarding stairs descended, and two Eight-winged Seraphs appeared on either side.
Velin boarded the small Floating Ship and made his way to the bow, where he found a spot with a good view.
Once the other four had boarded, the two Eight-winged Seraphs returned to the ship. It left the Lightwing Fleet's military port and headed for the tower that reached into the sky, situated in the controlled region of this Interstitial Space.
In the distance, he could faintly see a barrier dividing the explored region