The angels were immersed in joyous celebrations. Though their lives were long, in the Plane of Light, they had only one celebration of their own each year.
On this day, all Two-Winged Angels could celebrate freely, without distinctions of rank or anything to hold them back. Perhaps it served as a respite from their demanding duties; the angels happily enjoyed the day.
A vast square held many long tables, each laden with fruit, food, and fruit wine. Multicolored pebbles paved the ground, and the entire setting was clean and elegant.
Though the celebrating angels were reveling, they still showed restraint, conversing with one another in quiet voices.
In midair, a dozen or so Two-Winged Angels were dancing.
"Beautifully danced!"
"Sing another!" several tipsy angels suddenly shouted.
The angels of this world were not mechanical creations. They had been transformed from believers, so it was hardly surprising that they retained their former human emotions.
Perhaps some angels had taken the lead, or perhaps everyone had become a little drunk. Whatever the reason, the relatively quiet atmosphere immediately dissolved into chaos.
"Come on, drink this cup. We met during the last training session, remember? We even fought. Unfortunately, I was a little weaker than you and lost. Once this celebration is over, how about we arrange another match?"
"You think I'm afraid of you? If you want a match, let's do it today! We can give everyone a little entertainment!"
Two Two-Winged Angels even intended to spar on the spot. Ordinarily, the higher-ranking angels would have punished them long ago, but today was a day of revelry, and every angel was letting out feelings they had suppressed for a long time.
On this day, even behavior that crossed the line generally went unpunished. The two Two-Winged Angels had already flown unsteadily to