At that moment, Schiller should have felt a surge of outrage or fear.
Yet quite the contrary, his heart was inexplicably calm, devoid of any outrage or fear, only filled with endless tranquility.
It was as if the being before him had merged with him, as if it were himself.
"You ask who I am, I cannot yet answer."
That being and Schiller looked at each other, a massive Spirit Light tenderly enveloping them both, the Cloud Sea surging beneath their feet.
"Look at yourself, you who are like God.
From my eyes, see your own self."
The Great Angel, upon hearing this, stared into the being's eyes that reflected his own.
Inside those eyes, Schiller's face showed struggle, hesitation, and confusion.
This was truly unfamiliar...
Schiller had never imagined that he would appear this way.
"Think about it, are you now as you wished to be?"
As the question fell, Schiller involuntarily provided an answer in his heart.
His current self was so confused,
it seemed not as he had wished.
