Corrupted soul

A power that can threaten the gods

"I shall make you remember!" Isis's words echoed through the empty corridor. With a movement that was almost impossible to dodge or perceive Isis swung her arm outwards.

Meanwhile, the man known as Lance, a lesser god who possess the divinity of perception. Opened his previously closed eyes and instinctively moved aside.

At the same time a loud bang echoed as the wall in the distant caved in.

Isis's slender hand was outstretched as silver energy gathered from her palm. Lance had cold sweats running down his back as he felt the foreboding feel of death looming over his head!

Had it been any other god they would have lost their head from that simple yet deadly attack!

The only reason Lance had managed to narrowly avoid that attack just now was only because he was the "God of perception" He sees what others could not. So, even though her attack was fast and traveled at a speed that normally no one could see, he could see it perfectly.

"L-Lady Isis... I-" Lance tried to say something but, the palm of Isis's hand had already appeared before his face. "... Be quiet! You want to live but you dare to obstruct my path! Insolence!" Isis's voice sounded like it came from the depths of hell as she narrowed her cold silver eyes at Lance.

For a moment no one spoke as a tensed atmosphere filled the air, Diana who had watched the entire exchange until now finally sighed and decided to interject to appease the situation.

"Uh... Why don't we settle this in a more peaceful manner?" Diana said with a troubled look on her face. As a servant of Isis, she couldn't talk too strongly against her otherwise she would inadvertently incur Isis's displeasure.

Honestly, Diana really didn't want to do that as Isis had finally come out of her depression at the possibility of Hendrix's possible survival.

Slowly, Isis lowered her outstretched hand and took deep breaths to calm down, once the anger inside her was finally gone Isis asked,

"Just now you said something about a meeting of gods, am I right?"

"W-Why yes, after everyone sensed the aura of death the gods and goddesses became alert and went into a state of panic. The high-ranking gods and goddesses decided to hold a meeting on how to deal with the current situation." He answered.

"I see... and you were told to keep me away until that meeting comes to a conclusion?"

"Y-Yes..." He answered meekly. Isis stared into his eyes to find any falsehood but, after observing him for a while she sighed.

"... I see. So those guys.... they must be plotting a way to kill my brother." Isis muttered to herself, as she clenched her fist in anger. Isis wasn't a fool she knew that the only reason they must have had to go to such lengths to keep her away from that meeting is to make sure she wouldn't interfere in that plot!

It was the same a thousand years ago, the day when she lost her brother! They had made sure to keep her in the dark about their plan of subjugation. She didn't find out until it was too late, by the time she had arrived on the battlefield her brother was already dead.

Of course, she had tried to get revenge many times, but the gods placed a suppression onto her weakening her divinity. Even now she couldn't use 50% of her original powers.

Isis knew that her brother had a very unruly and arrogant personality and tends to never follow the rules of others. She also knew he had committed very atrocious acts in the past.

However, he was still her little brother someone who had been there with her since the very beginning of her life, knowing that someone so precious to her is going to be killed didn't sit well with her.