"Wait a minute," Seung interrupted, raising a finger close to the demon's face. He looked gently at it, his brows creased tightly. "Did you just say… there's a Dimension Keeper at the gate? The one who not only authorizes identities but can also open paths to other dimensions?"
"Mm? How did you know that?" Azrakel's voice was sharp, the surprise in its tone undeniable.
Seung glanced back at the twin mountains in front of him, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. If the gate was really guarded by a Dimension Keeper... just maybe, that gatekeeper was the man who had started the war—his father. His heart skipped, a sudden thrill rushing through his veins. The lies, the war that had torn everything apart—all of it circled back to that one figure. Could it really be him?