Flames burned fiercely as a shadow stood still within them. The figure didn't move, his voice calm and chilling.
"The sins of this world… the sins committed by the gods… are the reason for my existence. I am Sin."
Azreal stared at him with narrowed eyes. "So, you're Sin."
Sin stepped forward and reached out his hand. "Azreal, I need your help. With your power, my dream world will be easier to create. Join me. Together, we can build a new world."
Azreal shook his head, expression unchanged. "No thanks. I don't go along with ideals like yours."
Sin let out a small chuckle. "That's too bad, then."
Azreal's eyes began to glow. Flames surrounded Sin, forming a swirling sphere around him.
"Don't think I'll let you get away," Azreal said coldly.
But from within the flames, Sin's voice echoed out clearly.
"I didn't come here to fight. Because honestly, I'd lose. I acknowledge your strength, Azreal. You're not someone to be reckoned with."
