"Far from that," the Celestial King said calmly, a soft smile resting on his lips. "I'm merely giving an opinion. I think we are going too far, no?" he added, his words echoing with feigned reason.
The humans—battered, bloodied, and broken—watched him, their eyes wide with disbelief and hope. Here he was, a godlike being who had fought on their behalf. In their hearts, flickers of warmth stirred. Gratitude began to take root where only terror had lived moments ago.
"Hmm?" the Celestial King hummed again, his eyes narrowing slightly as if savoring something intangible. That strange, familiar sensation—power swelling within him—returned. He was growing stronger.
He smiled faintly. Interfering in the conflict had proven to be the right decision. The humans were proving far more useful than he had initially expected.
