With the transition over, no one still dared to speak. They all stood apart, watching, waiting to see what Isabelle would do next.
No one could deny Isabelle's change. Whether it was those closest to her, those who rejected the existence of God altogether, or even the fanatics within their faith, it didn't matter.
What Isabelle had done, the aura she now carried… she was no longer the same. And even if she was, no one truly believed they could treat her the same again.
The priestess's words still echoed in their minds. Isabelle being an angel's vessel meant far more than anyone wanted to believe.
The silence was broken when Isabelle finally opened her eyes. For a moment, her eyes were the same as the priestess's once was. They were completely golden, not an iris in sight.
But then her eyes flickered. She blinked rapidly, as if stirring from a trance. When she looked at them again, her eyes were her usual shade.
