The white-robed figure's gaze fell upon the area directly ahead.
There stood a colossal Angel Statue, one hundred meters tall.
The statue was exquisitely carved, its head slightly bowed, its face serene and holy.
Her eyes seemed to hold boundless compassion and wisdom, as if they could perceive all the suffering and hope in the world.
The Angel Statue had twelve wings sprouting from its back. The white wings were slightly open, fanned out behind it, and every single feather was rendered with lifelike detail.
It looked as if it could beat its wings at any moment and summon a powerful hurricane.
Suddenly, a beam of golden light streamed down through the stained-glass dome in the upper left of the Holy Hall, draping the statue in a sacred radiance.
Immediately after, an ethereal figure emerged from the surface of the statue, identical to the Angel Statue itself.
This figure seemed to be light incarnate, representing all the hope and beauty in the world.
