The conversation in the room went forth in a light tone after Azrail's mother fully destroyed Max, the large man now eating in silence as he just kept poking at his food like a 10-year-old pouting kid, the whole situation itself being very funny, though the main conversation as predicted soon moved to the future rise of Azrail himself.
"So tell me Azi, how does it feel to have all the eyes of the realm on you?" Azrail's grandmother asked, her black eyes on him, while the focus of the table also became him, even his now pouty uncle focused on Azrail, who took in the attention with stride as he spoke.
"It's nothing much, though it's annoying a bit when I keep having to prove myself all the time," Azrail's words made his grandfather have a proud smile as he asked.
"So how did it all happen, for your mother spoke to us of your genius talent awakening but where is the root of all that?" To this Azrail looked at his grandfather, a light smile filling his stunning face as he spoke.
