The Continent was divided into pieces. 

Pain.

That was the only thing Azriel felt as he held the body of his daughter in his arms.

Tears were still rolling out of his eyes, there was an unbearable pain in his heart, and he felt like he was going to choke on his own.

Azriel then tightened his hug around Aeliana's lifeless body.

"Lia…"

He muttered in a soft, heartbroken voice.

His daughter actually died, he didn't know what to do now.

In the end, he did the only thing that came to his mind.

Nothing.

He just sat there, with Aeliana's body in his arms while he recalled his good memories with his daughters.

The more memories he recalled, the more his heart ached, however, he still continued to do it.

Just like that, a few days passed by. Azriel didn't move from his place.

Behind him, there were 62 other beings.

They were the Progenitors,