When Ye Ting first met El, he had indeed been surprised by his state.
He had never seen such a deity before. His face constantly bore an expression of sorrow, as though he were some Buddha-like figure.
Although, aside from oddities like Hephaestus, deities were all quite handsome or beautiful, that mournful expression and those deeply furrowed brows made anyone who saw him feel stifled by sadness.
After barging into El's divine palace, this was what Ye Ting saw.
"As the divine king of Canaan, why are you wearing such an expression?"
Just as El maintained that look and sat alone upon the divine king's throne, an unfamiliar male voice sounded beside his ear.
"Who's speaking?!" El sharply turned toward the source of the voice.
The male voice continued speaking as if no one had interrupted him.
"Your palace is completely empty. No subordinates await your commands, no deities obey your orders. Clearly a divine king, yet you are forced to remain in this empty divine palace. Why is that?"
At last, El saw the visitor's face.
He was a remarkably handsome young man, clad in an ornate white mage's robe. He stood beside El, while a black cat and a white cat sat at his feet.
Though El could tell at a glance that he was merely a mortal, that did not cause the divine king to lower his guard.
For he had already noticed this mortal's extraordinary qualities.
Leaving aside his bearing, Heaven's Feel, whose every stitch contained mysteries concerning the essence of this world, and the two divine cats at his feet were things no ordinary mortal could possess.
No, rather, even the Canaan Pantheon could not possibly produce divine artifacts and divine beasts of such caliber.
"Mortal, why have you rashly trespassed into the divine palace