Finally calmed, Evanthe looked at the newcomer. Just by looking at him, she could sense the immense power he possessed—his very existence radiated the most powerful divine energy she had ever witnessed.
If there was a devil with the strongest power of darkness, then here was this deity with the strongest power of light. Both powers were exact opposites in their essence.
'So powerful. No wonder he is the King of Heaven,' Evanthe thought. 'But that does not spare him from the injustice he allowed to happen to my people. What kind of a King is he to be fooled by one evil goddess? Not to forget—he even married that evil deity. What was he even thinking? Doesn't he know what his own wife has been doing all along? Such a disgrace to his title as King of Heaven.'
Meanwhile, Grianor stopped in front of Isis, his gaze still—no emotions in them at all, even though she was his wife. He looked at her only through the lens of the responsibility he carried as the King of Heaven.
