A Miracle Descends for You

"Generally speaking, angels were a form of higher life. In Christianity, they were messengers of God—masses of immense, high-purity Angel Power. They possessed neither personality nor self, merely acting upon assigned commands... like robots driven by programs written by God."

"But that thing's form of existence is somewhat similar to mine," Aiwass said.

Aiwass herself was a special existence belonging to no religion, mythology, or legend—an angel of the pure world of physical laws after all phases had been removed.

Angels were executors of commands, while beings that rejected commands due to errors were demons.

"What Lanmoliwf uses is not Angel Power. In a sense, They do possess some of Gabriel's qualities—a messenger who blows the trumpet of the apocalypse." Separated by an entire world, Aleister could only analyze it as best she could. "That is the other shore of human intellect, the end after the end, the conclusion after the conclusion..."

The opponent's power had yet to reveal itself.

"The closer to the apocalypse, the more powerful the being..."

Aleister closed her eyes.

"But I really envy those people," Aiwass suddenly said.

"Oh? You can feel envy too?" Aleister found that strange.

"Yes, because the people there can understand the lyrics of that song," Aiwass said.

Although everyone over there understood it, that was limited to inside the tower.

Elsewhere, no one could hear the sounds from there.

Thus, outside observers had no understanding whatsoever of the song's meaning.

"Though I cannot understand it, I can roughly tell that this song seems to be carrying out some kind of integration. Connecting humanity into a single whole..." Aiwass said.

"Paradise... the Tower of Babel... could it be... Eden? No, or perhaps something else... But perhaps we will soon no longer need to observe that world through its counterpart in this