After a long time, Azazeal finally stirred.
His Celestial essence had successfully crafted a new body for him. His senses returned as he blinked his eyes open.
The purple flower beneath him dissolved into his body and vanished completely. His figure fell down, landing amidst something sticky and foul-smelling with a wet splash.
The first thought that drifted through his foggy mind through all the confusion was.
'I... I am still alive?'
A weak, disbelieving chuckle slipped from his lips as he raised his trembling fingers—now restored, flawless and without a scar.
Kyle hadn't killed him—the very person he had tried to kill multiple times, humiliated, and used many times. The person he had beaten relentlessly, each time just to vent his frustration. The person he had warned never to show his face before him again.
