"Damn… are those people from Heavens mountain?."
Although Cillian had never seen the legendary divine world of Mount Heaven with his own eyes, he had lived in this world long enough to discern identities through light and song. Only those who controlled Mount Heaven could summon such a display upon arrival.
Actually… that wasn't entirely accurate. Every divine world was different. Each carried its own rules, its own clans, and, most crucially, the impact it had on the surrounding worlds.
For instance, Everhart's world, when materialized, radiated the power of the stars. Cillian's own Endless Abyss, upon revealing its true form, emitted a dark, decadent song. Heaven Mountain followed the same principle. The partial materialization of Paradise had produced the current scene: a flurry of blinding white feathers, the ethereal songs of countless angels echoing across the void.
