"His Majesty has arrived," a voice declared with utmost calm.
Despite it coming from a servant, a strange force immediately weighed on the room. The air became difficult to breathe, forcing Misho to take a deep inhale.
"He's…"
As he looked at the King's appearance, Misho became amazed. He wore a regal gown that was clearly made of expensive gold and silk. It glittered under the light bouncing from the chandeliers above.
Despite his middle-aged features, he exuded the vibrant, imposing intensity of youth. Each step of his was deliberate and filled with charged confidence.
The King scanned the dining table as he walked, studying the new faces.
When his eyes landed on Misho, a tremor ran through Misho's mind. A deep-seated fear was pulled out from his soul and screamed inside of him.
He wanted to run, but his legs were frozen.
{W-what…? Is this the Quasi-Divinity?} Misho asked Aphrodite.
