Uriel sat down cross-legged, unmoving, for hours on end.
But nothing happened. The world was silent, and so was he, the only sounds echoing from him being the faint rhythm of his breath.
The flames of the hellish world around him licked against his ivory jade skin, flowing alongside his long, fluttering white hair.
"…"
He hadn't noticed until now, but his mind was too torn.
Whether it be from the matters of Sariel and Ariel, to the royal families and Kael, to the schemes of his past self and the death of his spirits, or even the most shocking discovery of Thoryl and the Supreme Spirit.
In all that chaos, he had almost entirely forgotten about an even larger threat actively coming for him—Salazar and Celeste.
They'd been quiet for so long that he'd forgotten.
More and more threats were piling up as he grew in power and scope, and his life was edging closer and closer to an end as they closed in, but he couldn't help but feel…calm.
He couldn't feel the pressure at all.
