The Endless White Soul Realm
Then Azriel suddenly smirked.
"Besides…"
Victor raised a brow, his golden eyes narrowing slightly inside the endless black space.
"You honestly think heroes can't become monsters?"
Victor didn't answer immediately.
The silence between them stretched strangely long.
It was not an awkward silence. It was the kind that carried weight. The kind born from memories soaked in blood and fire.
Far away, the black world around them trembled faintly, as though reacting to Victor's emotions. Ripples spread beneath his feet like disturbed water despite the solid ground.
Because deep inside…
He already knew the truth.
Azriel watched him quietly. The vampire emperor's crimson eyes glimmered with amusement, but there was something deeper hidden beneath that expression. Understanding. Experience. Perhaps even regret.
"I think," Azriel finally said, his voice calmer now, "you already know the answer."
Victor slowly lifted his gaze toward him.
"…Yeah."
