A heavy silence followed the two minor gods' departure from the throne hall. The angels remained completely still, their legs trembling with fear as the air grew unbearably heavy with tension.
Corvan slowly emerged from his daze, the weight of the atmosphere pressing down on him—an all-too-familiar pressure that reminded him of facing the man who had shattered his arrogance without even lifting a finger.
"Y-Your Highness… I have failed you…" Corvan lowered his head in shame and sorrow, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I was powerless to do anything…"
The King of the Gods remained silent. His expression didn't shift even slightly, cold as ice as he stared at Corvan without blinking.
"Tell me everything in detail—what happened at the Elven Kingdom… and how many gods we lost." the God King finally spoke, his voice cutting through the silence like a razor.
