A chill ran down Kyle's spine at the sound of the voice. He turned his head to his left and saw the familiar figure of the man he hadn't seen in a long time arriving beside him.
Azazeal didn't glance at him again; his obsidian gaze was fixed on the void in the distance from which the cries of confusion and bewildered souls were emanating as he mumbled something no one could hear.
His eyes brimmed with a madness and darkness that signaled he wouldn't hesitate to annihilate and obliterate anything that obstructed him at that moment.
Kyle couldn't breathe when he sensed the aura radiating from Azazeal's body. It was so dark and powerful that it made him feel like the strength he possessed at that moment was entirely insignificant.