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A few days after Soobin woke up, Yeonjun brought her water and asked how she was doing. Soobin nodded, feeling sorry. Yeonjun asked her questions like, "How are you feeling today?" and "Did something happen while you were unconscious?" to which Soobin replied that she had a very long and beautiful dream. Yeonjun then asked Soobin what she had dreamed, and Soobin, who had been smiling faintly, raised the corners of her lips and smiled before opening her mouth.
"Just a good dream."
"Good dreams?"
"Yes, a dream that cannot be expressed in words?"
"You must have had a really good dream."
"I was so happy, it was great."
At Soobin's words, Yeonjun stroked Soobin's head. Worried about Soobin, who hadn't eaten in a while, Yeonjun looked over at Taehyun, who happened to be bringing in food. Soobin, sitting next to him, smiled brightly for the first time, saying that the saint and her father had been very worried. Yeonjun and Taehyun, watching Soobin as she began to apologize while looking at Taehyun and Yeonjun, shared stories they hadn't been able to share in a long time, overcome with happiness.
Upon hearing the news that Subin had woken up, Soojin entered the room and bowed her head in greeting. She then relayed God's words to Subin, who had been on the brink of corruption for a time in hell. Subin, Taehyun, and Yeonjun listened to her words, concluding with an "Amen." Subin, who had been suffering from instability and pain at the crossroads of corruption, seemed to feel much better thanks to the saint's prayer.
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A little over two years after the Earth of the future was activated, and as the angels were growing weary of the relentless fighting, countless human spirits began crossing the bridge to Heaven. The majority of those who had died in the war returned to God after receiving prayers from Yeonjun. Yeonjun, upon seeing these human spirits, could not hide his heart's ache. Their fates would depend on God's choice, but most humans, consumed by war and plunder, fell into Hell.
Among the countless human spirits who entered the gates of heaven, more than half failed to enter heaven. Some were immediately burned to death in hell, while others were dragged away by demons and subjected to brutal torture. The future Earth could not survive the abyss of war, and the angels comforted the spirits of those who fell into hell. Among them, Yeonjun, who had sent the human spirits away first, tried to hold on to Taehyun's arms and shed tears. It was inevitable that it would be difficult, and whenever Yeonjun's mental strength, which had been overlooking the deaths of humans, wavered, Soojin would comfort him and give him a faint smile, telling him that it was okay.
Only when the humans they had so cherished died and the sound of their prayers diminished significantly, unable to reach the heavens, did darkness finally cover the human world. In the ghost towns where humans no longer lived, boiling lava surged through the cracks in the earth, creating a sweltering heat. As darkness fell, the angels' powers also gradually diminished. Yeonjun, the sole leader of the angel legion, surveyed the devastated villages, trying to show his strength. Still, as angels, it was only a matter of time before they would become dull, but the thought of never seeing humans again began to break their hearts.
"...Why do humans no longer serve the heavens?"
Suddenly, Yeonjun asked Soobin, who was standing next to him. Amidst the humans' depredations, the only sounds that filled the sky were the screams of survivors and the sounds of death, instead of prayers. Even as the rain fell, the sweltering heat remained unabated, and as the bodies melted away into the lava, one by one, Soobin glanced at Yeonjun and answered.
"It must be the result of war."
"...Can you really call yourself an angel if you can't protect humans from demons?"
"It's an inevitable result."
At Soobin's words, Yeonjun bit his lip for a while, tears welling up from deep within his chest, and then he began to cry sadly in Soobin's arms.