Successfully entering the gap between spaces, Adele felt a slight sense of relief, but there was still a trace of nervousness. Then, she instinctively explored forward. The illuminating magic ball made of moonlight followed the girl, illuminating the path ahead.

Honestly, Adele’s feeling at this moment was a bit like entering the Peach Blossom Spring. At first, it was extremely narrow, just enough for one person to pass. After walking dozens of steps, it suddenly opened up. And what greeted the girl’s eyes was an unbelievably magnificent and holy church.

It was grand and quiet, ancient and glorious. In the center was a huge statue of a goddess, but her eyes were covered with cloth. And beneath her, countless angel statues, with solemn and dignified expressions, held their hands to their chests, as if swearing allegiance to the god who created them.

Adele was stunned by this pilgrimage-like scene, hesitating at the entrance of the church, not daring to push the door open. More importantly, she didn’t find Seraph’s figure. Otherwise, no matter if there were mountains of knives, seas of fire, or a lava hell ahead, she would probably rush towards her without hesitation.

This was only a momentary reaction. Soon realizing that she had no other choice but to enter, Adele boldly stepped inside.

“Seraph!”

“Seraph... where are you?”

The girl felt like she had traveled through a tunnel of time and space, arriving in an extremely ancient century. Was this the era Seraph once lived in? Were these all the most unforgettable memories of the angels? Did Seraph abandon this place, or was she hiding?

No one could answer her confusion. It just seemed like this place was supposed to be empty. It might sound hard to understand, but specifically, it was like... what was sealed should remain sealed, and what was past was past.

Everything in this world, everything in that era, shouldn’t reappear in the new world and new era. Otherwise, it would bring disastrous consequences.

But Adele still barged in. Perhaps this was one of the problems Seraph was worried about. Adele was gradually uncovering the world that should have been sealed. Seraph tried to stop it, which was why she hid. But the result was meaningless.

Vaguely, this would make one think of the word “fate.” Fate was a road where no matter how winding the process, there was only one destination.

Adele’s gaze swept over the angel statues with holy wings. Most of them had two wings, looking young and pure, even with young and innocent girls. As she moved forward, the angels with four wings increased.

When Adele arrived in front of the statue of the mysterious goddess, the angels beside her already had six wings like Seraph. One of them looked very, very similar to Chacoco. Could it be... her?

This made Adele wonder if this was a memory palace Seraph had carved out over a long time. In the memory palace, she recorded the glorious era of gods and angels, recording every angel within it. Even if their endings might have already...

Including the god, she was also recorded. As for why she was wearing the veil that covered her eyes, perhaps it was due to taboo, or for some other reason. Only by finding Seraph could these answers be finally obtained.

As a result, even at this point, she still had to search for Seraph’s trace. This couldn’t help but make the girl’s heart feel a little aggrieved and unwilling.

“Stupid Seraph...”

Perhaps Adele’s emotions in Seraph’s spatial domain could be # Nоvеlight # perceived by the owner of this space. The next moment, the entire church shook slightly. The angelic imprint in Adele’s hand also emitted a faint light again. This made the frustrated girl instantly excited.

Then, the feather also trembled slightly in her palm, its tip pointing towards a certain place in the church. Adele followed the direction pointed by the feather. It was the towering statue of the goddess.

Presumably, this was the “Lord” Seraph often mentioned. Her figure was indeed very good, but Adele, unusually, had no desire to appreciate it. There was even a subtle instinct in her body that made her repel the other party. The simplest thing was to start by not paying attention.

After thinking about it, Adele retracted her gaze and then tried to go around behind the goddess statue. That was also the only blind spot within Adele’s sight. If she couldn’t find Seraph here either... then Adele didn’t know what to do. Perhaps crying would soften Seraph’s heart and make her come to see her? Seraph had always spoiled her the most...

Fortunately, reality responded to the girl’s expectations and didn’t make her resort to playing pitiful to gain sympathy. Behind the goddess statue, there was indeed a small girl with six black wings and long, ink-like hair. She was hiding in this small corner, hugging herself, turning her back to the person she wanted to see but couldn’t, spending a long time without day or night.

Even though the girl was no longer the same as when Adele first met her, no matter what she became, Adele would recognize her, and then, without hesitation... embrace her.

And then, besides sniffing and calling Seraph “stupid,” Adele didn’t know what else to do. But she had so many emotions she wanted to express, things she wanted to do, and companionship she wanted to make up for with Seraph...

But perhaps, this was also good... Abandoning some complex existence, just embracing, obtaining the most precious warmth and comfort from each other’s bodies.

Similarly, Seraph also felt that a string that had been tightly stretched in her heart finally broke. No longer having to worry about the future, just looking at the girl in front of her who had cried until her face was messy, feeling the heart that was constantly beating, never having beat so violently as it did now, she understood what it meant to be “alive.”

Compared to this, the past, no matter how long the lifespan, those times spent seemed to have turned into bubbles. Only this moment, and every moment in the future with Adele, was real and important.

Rather than saying this was falling, it was better to say that she had finally experienced the color of “life.” The angel’s eyes had never been so sore. She looked at Adele, as if looking at the dazzling sun hanging high in the sky. Even if she was burned by the heat, her whole body bathed in flames, she couldn’t bear to look away.

Until, lips covered the similar and nostalgic softness. Seraph tremblingly closed her eyes in a daze, tears like jewels streaming down her cheeks.

The gods created angels, but angels fell in love with mortals. If this was “falling,” then where was heaven?