Azriel's thoughts raced as he felt the weight of everyone's stares, their confusion palpable.
'Why… why do I keep remembering this?'
What were the chances that Mira meant the same Sky Devils Azriel had read about in the ancient texts? Perhaps it was a coincidence. Maybe he was overthinking things. The Void Realm was vast and barely explored, after all. It could easily be another void creature with a similar description.
The Sunken Islands, in particular, were considered one of the tamest known parts of the Void Realm. What were the odds of encountering something like that here? And even if it was what Azriel suspected, perhaps it wasn't as catastrophic as he feared.
Yet, his heart raced.
'What is this feeling? Am I just paranoid? Yes, that must be it. I'm overtired. My body and mind need rest.'
"My prince, are you alright?"