Michael walked slowly through the corridors of the quantum realm, his wings casting a faint glow across the pale darkness, while his eyes searched among the spirits for the boy of the prophecy promised to him by God. Suddenly… he stopped.
Before him stood a strange young man.
His long red hair flowed down his back like flames, and his bare body was half-covered in cracked, stone-like skin stretching from his chest to below his abdomen—as if the earth itself had imprinted its harshness upon him. His eyes burned crimson like embers, never dimming, never resting. At his side rested an ancient dagger, gleaming with an eerie light.
In his left hand, he held a peculiar black book, its pages trembling as though alive.
Michael froze in astonishment for a moment. The hidden whispers of the quantum realm fell silent, as if every spirit recognized who this boy was. He stepped forward slowly, awe filling his heart.
"This is him…" Michael thought, his voice trembling with wonder.
"The boy of the prophecy… a body half stone, eyes half fire, and the book in his hand… another kind of blade."
The boy raised his head and looked directly at Michael. His eyes held neither innocence nor youth, but something far heavier than his age.
He gave a faint smile and spoke in a soft voice, as if these were his first words in existence:
"I knew you would come."