Uriel gestured for me to follow him back toward the altar.
Zeref and Kael asked about what's happening but, Uriel didn't answer right away.
He stepped closer to the altar instead, wings folding in with a restraint that looked practiced.
Reverent.
Like this space still mattered to him even after corruption, purification, divine burnout, and whatever celestial HR nightmare this all was.
"Come," he said, voice quieter now. Urgent in a way that didn't need volume. "You must see it as I did."
He placed his palm over the orb.
The light inside it stuttered.
Then the world tilted.
Not physically. It was that horrible, internal lurch. The one where your stomach drops but your feet stay planted.
Like the moment before lag spikes kill you mid-boss fight.
Like reality buffering.
The church dissolved.
Sound went first. Then color. Then weight.
And suddenly I wasn't me anymore.
I was looking through Uriel's eyes.
Heaven's Castle rose before us.
No. Not rose. It loomed.
