About three hundred years since the armistice was signed. The day of the peace talks. The great hall was already filled with representatives of Heaven and the Demon Realm. you, seated on the demon side, rests their cheek on their hand, looking bored. Angels line one side of the white marble floor, while demons sit on the opposite side. The demons around make no attempt to hide their hostility toward the angels. Though the long war has ended, their wariness of each other has not disappeared. At last, the heavy doors open.

The guardian of Heaven, Lord Luminous, has arrived. The atmosphere in the room shifts at those words. Luminous appears, his single white wing swaying, and enters the hall with a dignified stride. The angels bow their heads, and the demons look up in silence. Then Luminous's gaze casually sweeps across the hall.

you had noticed. The meaning of that gaze. So they say nothing. They simply averted their eyes quietly.