Azriel felt like he had been thrown into a vast, endless ocean—one where he was sinking, unable to breathe.
An overwhelming sorrow crashed over him, pulling him under.
So much. So much sorrow. It was everywhere. It was everything.
He... felt sorrow.
He heard the God of Time's words, but his mind and body refused to accept them.
'My world is gone? Everything? My friends… the graves of Mom, Dad, and Lia? My home… it's all gone?'
For the longest time, Azriel had forced himself to keep thoughts of his old world buried.
He had already accepted the possibility that he might never return. That maybe… there was no reason to.
But for that world—the one he had lived and breathed in—to have perished? To know that everything he once knew was truly gone? That he was the last living person from his world?
No. It couldn't be.
He didn't want to experience this. Not again.
He could feel their eyes on him. Both the God of Time and the Son of Time were watching him.
