'Guess they are doing well.'
Azrail thought as he looked at the constantly moving piece in front of him, his eyes narrowing as he gazed at the changes of the past he knew taking place in real time, a smile coming to his face as Azrail came to understand just how much power he is holding right now, the members of the Heavenly Opposers at his mercy to use.
'Though thanks to the Heavenly Tree's protection, they remain safe from constant death.'
A small irritation built up in Azrail at that thought. A lot of the children who were supposed to burn bright had been ruthlessly killed and ruined thanks to the work of the 'Heavenly Court,' as one might say. Thus came an excess amount of luck and guilt toward the heavenly law, which used it to protect the new ones and even gave them more than they are normally supposed to have.
'Thus came the birth of monsters no one can even hope to understand.'
