[The Seraphic Decree Begins]
The words echoed commandingly as a crimson thread stretched between them.
Divine and mortal binding their souls in pact deeper than blood and truth.
It should have been a moment worthy of legend.
For any mortal, even witnessing such a contract would have been the honour of a thousand lifetimes.
And yet…
The mortal before her did not tremble.
He did not blink.
He only smiled—that same unsettling smile he had worn from the beginning as if it was stitched to the bones of his soul.
Hel studied him again.
Rael Von Ashborn.
Even now, as the divine laws recognized him and the Seraphic Decree began… he remained unchanged and unbothered.
That alone disturbed her more than she dared admit.
Because something about this… didn't make sense.
He hadn't flinched in the presence of the Heavenly Principles, an entity so far above her that even she dared not look too long.
Has he met the Heavenly Principles before?
