In the midst of the white expanse of Holy Light, layers of clouds floated like pieces of land. On these lands, there were some "buildings" formed from the clouds. The "walls" seemed like they could disappear with just a gust of wind, yet appeared fixed in place, motionless.
An elderly Four-winged Angel, using a small clip, picked up a hair and placed it in a bowl with golden engravings, then set it in front of Abod. Inside the bowl were also some barely discernible fragments.
"Where did you get this hair and these skin fragments?" the Four-winged Angel asked.
"From a little boy," Abod replied.
"A little boy? A human?"
"At least he looked like a human boy. Of course, I knew he wasn't," Abod spread his hands and said, "I really want to know what he actually is. There's been a voice in my head urging me, so I had to come and ask you."
