'Why…?'
The only question that rang through Jasmine's mind was that—why?
Why would he do that? Why would Azriel reveal himself as the Son of Death? Why admit that the gods were watching?
Jasmine was already starting to regret asking him that stupid question.
But it was too late for regrets. What was done was done, and the consequences of Azriel's choice didn't wait.
"...!"
['The Fourth Authority' looks at the Son of Death in utter horror.]
['The Fourth Authority' looks at the Son of Death in utter shock.]
['The Fourth Authority' looks at the Son of Death in utter fear.]
['The Fourth Authority' looks at the Son of Death in amazement.]
['The Fourth Authority' looks at the Son of Death in respect.]
['The Fourth Authority' looks at the Son of Death in utter horror once again.]
[Why…?]
Weird panels flashed into existence in front of Jasmine's eyes, startling her; her heart began to speed up.
'Son of Death? The Fourth Authority… don't tell me—is that some alien?'
