Then again, that wasn't particularly strange.
Wisdom truly was young.
Despite how unusual it had been from the beginning, capable of speaking the human language while possessing the ability to use the void despite being Unranked, its actual age was remarkably young compared to other creatures with similar capabilities.
Its current appearance probably reflected that youth.
Sitting beside Michael was what appeared to be a small boy of perhaps eight or nine years old.
His skin was extremely fair, almost unnaturally pale. Combined with his slender frame, narrow shoulders, and delicate limbs, he possessed a somewhat frail appearance, as though a strong gust of wind might carry him off.
His face was delicate to an almost ridiculous degree.
Soft features, slightly rounded cheeks, a small nose, and silver-tinted lips combined to give Wisdom an immensely cute appearance.
