In the Heavenly Realm, the air was tense—unsettled.
Zyraena bit her nails, her normally calm face filled with panic as she stared at the screen before her. It displayed the chaos below—Seoul in ruins, and at the center of it, Seojun's power surging dangerously.
"No, no, no… This is bad," she mumbled repeatedly, her voice shaking.
She knew what would happen if she interfered. The deities—the gods of this realm—would sense him. But if she didn't interfere…
Her breathing hitched.
If Seojun lost control… his power would reach the Heavenly Realm.
The realm itself trembled.
Zyraena's eyes widened in horror. It was happening.
The once peaceful sky cracked, golden clouds twisted, and an invisible force sent a shockwave through the divine lands.
"No!" she gasped, vanishing in an instant.
At that moment, the other deities felt it too. The ground beneath them shook, the energy in the air distorted. A deep, unnatural silence filled the realm before the whispers began.
