Haa haa.
Azhriel gasped air like as if his lungs jad been squeezed by someone, he stared at the sky blankly as pain boomed in his body.
'Ah, i might really die, if I use the third art.' Azhriel thought as cold wind soothed him somewhat.
Alaric was already gone. The reason he had came this early in the morning was because he wasn't going to be able to meet him, for an unestimated time.
Thus, he had decided to teach him, the second and third art.
He had specially told him to be careful and only use it in atmost emergency as his body was yet to develop for it.
As, he drank an advanced healing potion, he thought about the reason why Solas and the other Archons had to leave.
The Deserting Event.
It was very significant and insignificant event.
Significant as the whole future kinda depends on it and insignificant because in the coming six months or something, there won't even be a mention of it in the game.
