154: Futile Journey

Azekiel stood outside the tower. He had taken his first step out of the majestic tower that was their home, as well as their prison. It was what protected them when they had nowhere to go. But it was also what made sure that they couldn't leave when they wanted. 

The tower was their savior, but it was also what controlled them. 

Azekiel looked up, feeling the warm sunlight on his skin. He had seen the sun inside various worlds in the tower, but the feeling of standing under their own sun was something else entirely. It was a familiar feeling, which he missed a bit. 

There were still many bodies littered all around, even more than he could remember from the last time. Some of the bodies were here for three years, while there were some that were comparatively newer. 

"More people tried to get to the sanctuary, only to fail."