When Azriel's eyes fluttered open, his vision was blurry. It took a few blinks before clarity returned.
Once it did, he found himself staring up at a sky blanketed in dark gray clouds, a veil so thick it denied him even a glimpse of blue or black.
A cold, hard sensation beneath him made him groan as he pushed himself up, standing on unsteady feet. Looking down, he saw himself clad in his Soul Armor, fully intact. And resting on the massive stone slab beneath him was Void Eater, restored to its original form.
Crouching down, he picked up his weapon, his expression clouded with confusion.
"Where... am I?"
The last thing he remembered was falling unconscious as he destroyed the mana core of the Black-Antlered King.
"Well, I don't think I'm dead, but... I did fall from a considerable height. I should've been buried alive."
