Even with the eyesight of the Angel King, one could only see the eerie light reflected from the exquisite gold-rimmed glasses, unable to remember the specific appearance under His hood, as if His very existence was connected with forgetfulness and secrecy.
The Angel of the Night, King of Angels, elegantly raised His hand, gently pushed up the glasses on His nose, and those eyes hidden in the darkness seemed to sweep over everyone present.
His soft voice now carried an unprecedented gravity.
"Ladies and gentlemen, have you yet to discover where the real problem lies?"
The King of Angels of the Night slowly swept His gaze over the six Angel Kings, including Himself, then spoke in a tone almost stating a fact, solemnly saying:
"Do any of you remember how many of us Angel Kings there actually are?"
This question was like a thunderbolt out of the blue, making all the already restless Angel Kings startled.
