Vivi        

"Azazel?"

Ren's disoriented consciousness struggled against the encroaching darkness, catching glimpses of the transformed Azazel facing Voraxa. 

The air splintered with tension as Voraxa grappled with conflicting emotions, torn between her monstrous form and a more vulnerable demeanor.

"Sorry to worry you. You can rest now, and I'll take care of the rest," Azazel's voice echoed with an unfamiliar edge, and Ren, still battling the effects of Voraxa's draining power, couldn't help but grumble in response. 

The confusion about Azazel's sudden appearance and altered state lingered in the recesses of his fading awareness.

Rather, he wasn't worried about him. How was he alive?! 

Ren wanted to ask but he found that his voice faded together with his consciousness. 

On the side, Lorelai was fighting against the debilitating hunger, and managed to summon the strength to question Azazel. "Hoi! How are you alive?"