'She's safer in this base. I wouldn't let Celestine see her even if they were blood sisters. Tasar City might have fallen, bringing joy to that woman, but her true goal is to start a war against the races. Apocalypse is her masterpiece, but I will never allow that to develop smoothly.'
Prince Azraeil left a blessing on Seraphyne through the demon's mark on her soul. He stood at the entrance of the base and glanced at Seraphyne's direction before leaving.
'We will see each other again.'
Prince Azraeil's journey to Misor City was a week-long, challenging, and continuous quest. He repeatedly used forbidden gateways in order to cross great distances as he stretched the boundaries of his spiritual capacity with each passing day. The constant pressure on his immortal talents was nothing short of complicated, but it started to wear on him.
'I feel my body's breakthroughs...'