There is no way for you to become even stronger.

"Are you saying that I will die?"

Azriel questioned directly as he narrowed his eyes.

"You should already know that, no?

This is the reason you wanted to meet me in the first place, isn't it?

Trying to come up with a way to ensure your survival.

You wouldn't have thought about it if you knew you were going to survive.

Deep inside, you already knew it would only result in your death."

"…"

Azriel turned silent.

Yes, the Seer was correct.

He knew he might die. No, "might" was a weak word. He knew he would die. His chances of survival were extremely low, if there were any.

Azriel knew it from the very beginning.

But…

He was desperate.

He was restricted. He couldn't move. Heck, let alone moving, he couldn't even stay awake, else the world he was in would perish.

He was stuck.