"We're done here."
"Yes master~"
'Master? Since when did my title become that?'
Azazel arched his brow but didn't utter a word.
Although he couldn't be bothered to care, right now all he wanted to do was to rest.
Akathartos had fallen silent, the sword had overexerted itself by sharing the burden of Azazel's pain so it was currently resting within his soul space.
After absorbing the legendary Raven Muninn and obtaining its will, he had passed out momentarily.
He didn't know how long he'd been out, but it hadn't been long.
The first thing he did after waking up was to locate the faint connection of his mana tethered to the silver coin.
He used inversion to swap places with the coin back to the place where he was standing before the cave exchange.
His stomach churned violently causing him to empty its contents down to the last bit of food he ate.
He just sat there for a while, taking a few moments to catch his breath, then he walked over to the stream to clean himself up.
