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.
