Bab 128: The Past You Can't Escape [1]

"Do the gods find this funny...?"

Azriel stared grimly at his surroundings.

He was standing in the middle of a street, cars passing through him as though he didn't exist.

Around him, towering buildings loomed, their presence familiar yet alien.

He would have thought he was back at EASC if it weren't for the brands of cars—ones he knew didn't belong to this world—driving through his body.

With a sigh, Azriel pressed his palm to his face.

"Why can't I sleep peacefully for once?"

The last thing he remembered was sitting at the meeting.

Exhaustion hit him like a wave, creeping into his bones.

He'd tried to fend it off with [Void Mind], a skill that also helped him stay alert while juggling multiple thoughts.

But it wasn't enough.

Conversations with Amon and Jasmine faded into the background, and eventually, he had to excuse himself, rushing off to a tent set aside for him.