Everything, without exception, must eventually come to an end.
Azriel wasn't entirely sure these laws applied fully to him or Xian Feng. Perhaps they had, once. Or perhaps the universe had simply given up.
If not the universe itself, then fate was damn sure trying its best to get rid of Azriel—no matter where he was.
But now, in this strange, scenario of a fallen world, Azriel had encountered not just one, but two self-proclaimed immortals.
And, frankly, he felt an irresistible urge to kill them both.
Thus, as Pollux uttered those boastful words, Azriel's single eye turned cold, his face settling into a mask of chilling indifference. Slowly, he rose to his feet.
"The word 'immortal' gets thrown around far too casually…" Azriel remarked flatly.
"But in the end, it doesn't really matter."
He glanced briefly at Sealbreaker, a cruel smile spreading across his lips.
