Inside the cave, Arlan and Oriana felt the dangerous vibrations as well. Oriana, who was resting, woke up. "What’s going on?"
"Drayce seems to have come across deities," Arlan replied calmly, but there was a tinge of worry in his eyes.
"He can’t fight them," Oriana said as she sat up. "They might need our help—especially my demoness powers."
"I know. I was going to leave after informing Snowflake, but you woke up already," he said. "You take rest. I will do everything..."
"Arlan, you’re not understanding. We need my demonic powers to fight them. If we have to fight, then we need to use every extent of our strength rather than lose," she said.
"But can you... I can’t put you in any danger," Arlan hesitated, though he hoped they could help their friends.
"If I stay here doing nothing at all to help our friends, then I’d better not live," she said with determination. "I am coming with you. This demoness won’t die easily—and won’t let her mate and friends die either."
Arlan sighed. "Alright! I’ll give you a chance to save my life," he teased.
"You’re safe in my care," she teased back, and both of them left with Snowflake.
"But you’re not allowed to barge in front of them recklessly. They are more powerful than us," Arlan instructed. "We will analyze the situation and then strike."
"As you say, dear husband."
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All the deities had been instructed to make their presence at the throne hall of the Heaven Realm, which was meant for the King to rule. But in the absence of King Grianor, Isis was now the one to lead it.
In the center of the hall, four supernaturals from Earth were standing, their hands and ankles locked with power-sealing chains so they wouldn’t be able to use their powers anymore.
Drayce gently caressed Seren’s hand. "Don’t be scared, alright? Others are still out there, and they will come for us. If not, I will make sure by all means I free you from here, then whatever—"
"Don’t say anything more," Seren interrupted him, knowing what he was going to say. "If our end is written here, we will go together. I don’t care."
"Trust me, this is not our end," Drayce assured her, his gaze confident.
On the other side, Morpheus turned to Ember. "Draven will be here soon. I am sure....."
Ember looked at him, the look in her eyes anything but gentle. From the moment she had awakened hellfire—though it was inside Seren’s body—Morpheus could see the change in her. Her gaze showed she hated this place for some reason, though she didn’t have her memories.
"You don’t need to coax me, Morph. I’m not scared." Then her gaze wandered around and stopped at Isis, who was looking back at her with a mocking smirk playing on her lips. "If I have to die, I will make sure I drag all of them to hell with me and protect my mates," Ember said in a resolute tone.
"Your both mates will help you with it then," Morpheus assured.
"Deity Isis, may I know what is going on here?" Solon asked. He had made Evanthe stop far behind so her presence wouldn’t be discovered. She was hidden with the magic he had used, but a powerful deity wouldn’t take long to discover her if she came any closer.
"We will follow your decision. We need to protect our Heaven Realm."
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