Chapitre 59: Azerion and Aria part 4 Aria and Azerion's past

The mansion's garden was like a reflection of Azerion's world. Surrounded by towering stone walls, it was never truly alive. The grass was a dull, lifeless green, and the flowers never bloomed in vibrant colors. No birds sang, and no breeze carried melodies through this desolate space.

Azerion sat in the garden's most secluded corner, as he always did. At eighteen, solitude was the only constant in his life, a reality that hadn't changed since the day he was born. He had become someone no one dared to approach, someone even the bravest couldn't meet eyes with.