"The Lord wants to see me..."
The figure within the bluish-purple flames paused for a moment before his deep, authoritative voice rang out again:
"He can respond to your prayers normally now?"
Mr. K, an Oracle of the Aurora Order, lowered his head and answered:
"Yes, Your Excellency Red Angel. Half a month ago, we suddenly stopped hearing the Lord's voice. His responses to our daily prayers and the whispers in our ears that pushed our spirituality to the brink of losing control—all of them vanished. But yesterday, the Lord answered me again, and His voice was clearer than ever!
"The Lord ordered all members of the Aurora Order to cease all activities, conceal themselves for the time being, and await further instructions."
"Half a month ago... the day the war of the gods ended and Loen turned defeat into victory?" Medici, the Red Angel within the flames, muttered to himself. "Could it be... the Giant King's Court was opened, and the Lord reclaimed that slate? Was that why none of my earlier prayers received a response, and even that great serpent ignored me? Because they were planning this?"
He clicked his tongue and turned his gaze back to Mr. K, who kept his head lowered, not daring to look up. His tone softened considerably:
"I'll pay Him a visit.
"After that, I'll see what Cheek is up to..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bluish-purple flames surged several meters higher, then dissipated into the air.
Mr. K tapped four points on his chest, tracing an inverted cross, then carefully began putting away the ritual supplies around him.
"Long before Solomon established his empire, Cheek, the Primordial Demoness, was already an angel. But she was very good at hiding herself. She didn't preach or use particular deeds and