The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 470

Chapter 470: Someone Different

At that moment, the sky resonated with another clash of power, drawing even more energy from its depths. Oriana, still grounded and basking in the potent embrace of darkness, suddenly her body was assailed by a barrage of lightning strikes. The shadows of darkness surrounding her deepened, evolving beyond mere obscurity into the epitome of darkness—the absolute darkness that belonged to the Devil alone.

As the perilous lightning and thunder persisted, their echoes reverberating through the atmosphere, Oriana’s unconscious form remained impervious to the onslaught of the lightning strikes on her body.

"The Princess of the Demon realm is back," Sierra remarked.

Her words sending shockwaves through those present. They thought Oriana must be a Deity, seeing the strong powers surrounding her that surely didn’t belong to the human realm, was now revealed to have shocking identity.

Evanthe, could not help but ask again, "Sierra, what you said just now...."

"She is the princess of the Demon realm—the most formidable demoness capable of defeating even the strongest deities," Sierra elucidated, each word carrying the weight of a stark reality.

The revelation left everyone bewildered, struggling to discern whether this news heralded good or ill. Oriana, already identified as a black witch, now unveiled her lineage as the princess of the Demon realm, the status much more higher than just being a Queen of witches and her power must be uncomparable. The implications of such a revelation hung in the air, leaving those present in a state of uncertainty.

"How can this be?" Evanthe murmured, grappling to comprehend the unfolding situation.

Drayce found himself equally stunned. His friend’s mate was a demoness. The question lingered: why would his Dragon choose a demoness as a mate? This decision wasn’t arbitrary; there had to be a deeper connection.

Yorian stood frozen, his gaze fixed on Oriana. The woman he had casually teased and bantered with turned out to be not just a Queen of Witches but something beyond his wildest imagination.

Amidst the multitude of questions swirling in their minds, the unfolding chaos demanded attention.

On the other side, where Zaria and her subordinates stood, they too were perplexed by the extraordinary display of power before them.

"Sister Zaria, something is amiss, don’t you think? How can the Queen possess such power, even if she is the most formidable among witches?" questioned one of Zaria’s subordinates.

"There is more to her than meets the eye. Once her awakening is complete, we will unravel the truth," Zaria replied, her gaze shifting toward another group situated at a distance. "I wonder if Evanthe has any answers to this. As a former Queen, no one may comprehend the new Queen better than she does."

Abruptly, the ground beneath them convulsed, and the once cloudy sky intensified its ferocity, as if poised to unleash a cataclysm upon the earth. The colossal force, akin to a mountainous blow, threatened to descend upon Oriana, who remained motionless—a mere vessel lost in the chaos.

"Protect yourselves," Evanthe’s warning cut through the impending tumult.

Each person prepared for the imminent explosion of power, sensing its inevitable impact.

"Brace yourselves," Zaria commanded her contingent, guiding them to ready their defenses with the assurance of her own formidable powers.

Edna, positioned closer to Oriana and a firsthand witness to the unfolding spectacle, felt a surge of shock and fear. Collecting herself, she realized the urgency of escape.

’I need to get out of here.’

However, as she attempted to wield her powers, a disconcerting revelation struck her- ’My power, why is it not working?’

Her power was unresponsive. It seemed as though her abilities had deserted her, rendering her powerless.

Drayce offered no comment, his gaze fixed ahead. Despite the lingering distance from his mother due to their prolonged separation, the instinct to shield her from harm overwhelmed any hesitations.

In the aftermath of the colossal explosion, the air cleared in the blink of an eye, leaving behind an unusually quiet atmosphere as if no storm or eruption had ever occurred. Eerie silence replaced the chaos, and all eyes focused on Oriana, still frozen in her previous position.

Meanwhile, Edna struggled in vain to break free from the invisible confines that held her captive.

"Is that witch the one who troubled our Queen?" Zaria’s subordinate questioned, casting a disdainful glance at Edna.

"Do not tarnish our clan by labeling her a witch," Zaria retorted, her gaze filled with hatred as she directed it towards Edna. "She is nothing more than a monster."

"Our Queen will ensure she faces punishment," another subordinate declared.

Drayce’s eyes narrowed at Edna, his fists clenching as the desire for retribution surged within him. Learning of her deeds with Arlan, Drayce could hardly contain his impatience to give her a gruesome death.

Yorian restrained him with a firm grip. "She will receive what she deserves, but it’s not your place to deliver it."

Evanthe offered a soothing pat on her son’s arm, attempting to pacify his agitated state.

At last, a subtle movement caught their attention on Oriana’s side. Even from a distance, the unfolding scene became clear to everyone.

Oriana’s eyes opened, no longer adorned in hazel but ablaze with a fiery red. Her once red-blond hair transformed into a jet-black hue, and her entire being seemed to undergo a profound metamorphosis, as if she had become someone entirely different.