The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 804

Chapter 804: The God Of War

A stunned silence fell over the celestial throne hall.

For a moment, no one moved. No one breathed. Not a single deity, not a single guard, not even the wind dared to stir.

Every deity, every divine being—those who had lived through centuries, who had seen wars and creation, who had themselves wielded terrifying powers—froze where they stood.

All eyes were locked on the divine figure kneeling at the center, radiating an overwhelming pressure that made it hard to breathe. The air itself seemed to grow heavier under the sheer force of his presence.

Even the ever-arrogant Isis trembled slightly, her expression flickering with disbelief.

The light whispers ruffled through the throne hall.

"It’s him...""The God of War..."

"He’s returned..."

The divine power emitting from him was so dominating and oppressive that, in a moment, all the deities—the strongest guards, the celestial generals—bowed their heads and got on their knees in instinctive submission, unable to withstand the force that had once more returned to dominate the heaven realm.

Except for Grianor and Drayvor, who were his equals and weren’t surprised by his arrival, as if it was within their expectations.

Grianor and Drayvor once more shared silent gazes, as if what they had been waiting for had finally happened.

Ember’s breath caught in her throat, as her green eyes widened; true reverence touched her face.

The pull she was feeling towards hellfire, compelling her to go towards it, weakened the moment Draven arrived. The aura of his divine power broke the connection forming between her and the hellfire. And her mind, which had been slipping into the chaos and destructive call of hellfire, snapped fully back to its senses.

Morpheus instinctively pulled her closer, as if trying to shield her from the immense energy pressing down upon the hall. Draven was their mate, but that power was still dominating, even towards them.

Evanthe mumbled with a victorious smile on her lips, "He... really came. Always the master of perfect timing."

Drayvor’s kin-hearing senses caught her words even in the chaos, and he looked at her, his silent gaze questioning her for what she had just said. She was praising some other man—to be precise, another dragon—right in front of him.

The smile on Evanthe’s lips vanished in a moment, and she looked away.

Seren, who was in Drayce’s arms, stirred in her unconscious state. Her body reacted instinctively to the presence of such raw, divine force due to her ability to sense the powers.

Drayce caressed her cheek gently and calmed her down, trying to shield her with his own powers.

Arlan and Oriana watched them as well. The pole they had been standing on had cracked up due to the vibrations caused by Draven’s arrival.

"He is far more powerful than I could even imagine," Arlan commented.

"He’s my rival for a reason," Oriana commented, pride and respect in her eyes as she watched her true rival.

It just took a moment for everyone to have all these different reactions of their own.

Isis had stumbled a step back, her hand trembling, the crystal she had so confidently wielded now flickering with unstable light. The madness in her eyes dimmed as the reality of what had descended upon her began to settle in.

The white clothes, like those of a warrior, the divine armor clinging to his body shimmered faintly, forged from celestial light and star-metal, and the great sword in his hand glowed with divine fire that seemed to breathe with him.

Zephyra.

And in that moment, even the word powerful seemed inadequate to describe what stood before all of them.

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