Chương 142: Horrors of Hell [10]

"Seeing is believing, but truly, I am glad to see you alive, my prince," Malcolm said, his voice steady as Azriel walked beside him, with Yelena keeping a silent presence by his side.

This time, Cole trailed behind them, his eyes fixed sharply on Malcolm's back, his Soul Echo simmering beneath the surface.

Malcolm, unable to attend the Christmas banquet due to being in the void realm, now saw Azriel for the first time since the prince's supposed death. For months, he had relied on whispers and news from Earth to piece together the fate of the Crimson Prince. Asking the king directly had never been an option.

Azriel's mouth twitched into a small smile.

"It's been over four years, Grandmaster Malcolm. How is your son?"

Malcolm inclined his head slightly as they continued their unhurried pace through the dark passageway, each step echoing.