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Zyraena tried to maintain her outward calm, smiling at the other deities who passed by, but her mind was elsewhere. \'Seojun, you don\'t understand the power these gods hold... If they find you, they\'ll try to claim you—or worse. I have to warn him... But how?\'

Zyraena\'s forced calm was quickly unraveling. As she continued to pile food onto her plate, her thoughts grew more frantic. Finally, unable to contain her frustration any longer, she stomped her foot on the marble floor, earning a few curious glances from nearby gods and goddesses.

\'What will happen to my revenge?!\' she screamed internally, her mind racing. \'Why are you doing this to me, Master?!\'

The thought of Seojun gaining the attention of so many powerful deities filled her with a mix of fear and anger. All the careful plans she had laid out, all the years of waiting for the right moment—everything was at risk now.

\'I have to contact him! Immediately!\' she realized, her eyes widening with urgency.

Zyraena quickly scanned the room, making sure no one was paying her too much attention. She needed to get away, to find a quiet place where she could reach out to Seojun without raising suspicion.

Without a second thought, she abandoned her plate of food and hurried toward the exit of the hall, her heart pounding with a mixture of dread and determination. \'Seojun... I need to reach you before they do.\'

Zyraena moved quickly through the corridors, her destination clear in her mind. She needed to reach her realm, where she could safely contact Seojun without the prying eyes of other deities. But just as she neared the portal to her domain, a firm hand grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks.

Her eyes widened in shock as she turned to face the one who had halted her escape. "G-God Zarion?!" she stammered, recognizing the menacing figure before her.

Zarion, the new God of Monsters, had a reputation that struck fear even into the hearts of other gods. He had replaced Echidna, the Mother of Monsters, after her mysterious disappearance His skin was pale, almost sickly, and his eyes gleamed with a predatory glint that sent a shiver down Zyraena\'s spine.

"Going somewhere in such a hurry, Goddess Zyraena?" Zarion asked, his voice low and dangerous, as he tightened his grip on her arm. His presence radiated malice, and she could feel the coldness of his touch seeping into her skin.

Zyraena forced a smile, trying to mask her unease. "I... I just needed to attend to something in my realm," she replied, her voice wavering slightly.

Zarion leaned in closer, his breath chilling her neck. "I couldn\'t help but notice your sudden exit from the hall. Are you hiding something?" His tone was taunting, as if he relished her discomfort.

She shook her head, trying to pull her arm free, but Zarion\'s grip only tightened. "Of course not. I just felt unwell and needed some air," she lied, her mind racing for a way out of the situation.

Zarion narrowed his eyes, studying her closely.

Zarion\'s grip on Zyraena\'s arm remained firm for a moment longer before he finally released her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Very well," he said, his voice now carrying a hint of reluctant respect. "You may go and Rest well."

Zyraena, still feeling the chill of his touch, nodded quickly, eager to distance herself from his oppressive presence. She turned to leave, her heart racing as she hurried towards the portal to her realm.

Just as she was about to step through, Zarion\'s voice echoed behind her, carrying an unsettling calm. "You can\'t hide it forever, Zyraena."

She froze, her hand on the portal\'s activation rune. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, though she did not turn around. ƿσ!ωƹгҽƌ-*ɓү-

"I\'m your ally," Zarion continued, his tone surprisingly sincere. "You can trust me. I\'ll wait."

With that, Zarion stepped back into the shadows, his form blending with the darkness.

Zyraena sped through her realm, her urgency propelling her forward. she transformed into a glowing yellow ball of energy, her form pulsating with a bright, radiant light.

Meanwhile, Seojun had just removed his shirt and was about to collapse onto his bed when the sudden appearance of the glowing yellow ball startled him.

"Seojun!" she shouted, her voice echoing with a mix of desperation and relief.

"F*ck!" Seojun exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise. "What the heck, Zyraena?!"

The yellow ball, now unmistakably Zyraena, hovered awkwardly in the air. Her light flickered as she stammered, clearly flustered by the unexpected encounter.

"I-I\'m sorry, Master!" she stuttered, her voice trembling.

Seojun sighed "What do you want?"

Zyraena hovered anxiously around Seojun\'s chamber, her glowing yellow form casting erratic shadows on the walls.

"Master, is it you who made the altar?" she asked, her voice a mix of confusion and urgency.

Seojun, already settled on his bed, was about to drift off when Zyraena\'s sudden appearance and loud question jolted him upright. Huno, who had been lounging by his side, immediately leaped to his feet, barking with concern.

"How did you know?" Seojun asked, rubbing his temples in frustration as he glanced at Zyraena\'s distressing glow. Zyraena\'s light flickered erratically, and her form began to shimmer as she choked back tears.

"Why, Master? Why did you make it? Did I not serve you well? Am I not enough?" Her voice cracked with emotion, her glowing presence dimming as she started to cry.

Seojun settled back into his bed, exasperated by the emotional outburst. "What is it to you, Zyraena?" he asked, trying to sound patient despite his growing irritation.

Zyraena\'s glowing form pulsed erratically, her light flickering as she began to cry and panic. "Why didn\'t you get permission first?! You\'re in big trouble, Master! BIG TROUBLE!" Her voice wavered, and the yellow dust she emitted swirled chaotically around the room.

Seojun yawned, clearly exhausted. "Well, we got permission from Alex\'s grandpa," he replied nonchalantly.

"No! They\'re not a god!" Zyraena\'s voice was frantic, her glow intensifying as she continued to float in agitation. "You need to get permission from gods and goddesses before making an altar! You need their blessing! What have you done, Master?! Huhuuu!"

Seojun\'s patience wore thin, and he frowned in annoyance. "Straight to the point, Zyraena. I\'m tired right now."

Zyraena, noticing the seriousness in Seojun\'s tone, ceased her crying and took a deep breath to calm herself.