Anthony sat calmly in thought, his posture composed yet his mind a storm of silent calculations. He had never encountered nor seen these Angels before, although, truthfully, he did not particularly care about meeting them. To him, their appearance was simply another variable, another piece in an ever-expanding cosmic puzzle.
His eyes shifted toward Aaaninja, who sat with his arms folded, eyes closed as though meditating through the noise around them. 'So he has already met one,' Anthony thought to himself, a faint glimmer of curiosity passing through his mind. His gaze then drifted toward Lucian, who seemed to be smiling subtly for a reason only he understood.
