Chapitre 108: An Act of Mercy [3]

At first, the only sound was their breathing as they quietly leaned against the walls, waiting.

Waiting for Solomon to come... or perhaps someone else. Regardless, they waited, eyes on the dark corridor ahead.

And as they waited, boredom naturally crept in, leading them to talk.

Azriel spoke the most, explaining the attack of Neo Genesis, telling his own fabricated version of events. Celestina and Vergil said little.

Food and water weren't an issue—they had plenty in their storage rings—but conversation eventually ran dry.

Azriel sat in the middle, with Vergil on his right and Celestina on his left. Celestina glanced at him, eyes narrowed.

Azriel leaned against the wall, eyes closed, looking utterly exhausted.

His appearance was terrible, if she had to be honest.

Blood covered him from head to toe. His clothes were torn, hair disheveled, and his hand... missing.

At least his wounds were healing, albeit slowly.