The groveling angels reached out to the despicable Julian. To him, their very existence was worthless. Yet as he stood among them, radiating majesty worthy of a god, someone alighted behind him. It was the monarch of the Heavens, emanating pure light and bearing countless wings on his back. He had come to level divine punishment upon Julian. Still with his back to the deity, Julian shivered from the mere presence of his peerlessness.