Arlan and Oriana had arrived at the Celestial Throne Hall, landing atop one of the huge pillars that had a place to stand beneath a beautifully carved shade held up by four columns.
"He is the one we all have been wondering about all this time, King Drayce's father?" Oriana whispered to Arlan.
He hummed, and she sighed. "But his arrival took away our chance to intervene."
"Just wait and watch," Arlan suggested to her. "It's better to go when we are needed the most and help our friends. For now, there is someone stronger to protect them."
"I thought I could just go and slice Soul Reaver through that wicked woman," Oriana cursed under her breath as her hateful gaze watched Isis, all smug and powerful.
"You will be patient," Arlan tried to hold her back and wrapped his hand around her shoulder to keep her calm, so the demoness wouldn't show and mess up everything.
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