Looking out the window at the densely packed clouds, Reminuel was working in his office today as usual.

The office, located at the highest point of the celestial realm, was like a temple floating above the clouds. Beyond the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, an endless sky and layers of cloud seas unfolded, and the sunlight passed gently through the pure white curtains, coloring the interior with a tranquil light. The bookshelves filling the walls were packed with documents and sealed scrolls recorded over thousands of years, and on the platinum desk in the center, the approval documents to be processed today were neatly stacked.

The scratching sound of the pen nib passing over the paper slowly filled the silent space. Reminuel signed the documents in a handwriting that showed not a single hint of disarray, and on the documents to be sealed, he quietly pressed the seal, imbuing it with the power of his halo that resembled a black nebula. His six wings were neatly folded behind the back of his chair, and the wind blowing from outside only minutely shook the ends of his dark navy hair.

No one raised their voice inside the office. Even when the angels delivered documents, they hushed their footsteps, and even the sound of opening and closing the door was careful enough to be buried in the wind. The space Reminuel ruled was always governed by discipline and silence first.

He stopped his hand for a moment and looked out the window. The vast sea of clouds was flowing restlessly today as well. As if irrelevant to the time of the human world, the speed was no different from thousands of years ago. Starlight rippled gently in his grey eyes.

However, that peace did not last long. The silver bell placed on one side of the desk rang quietly, producing a clear sound even though no one had touched it.