Azekiel ignored the old man and left, not even glancing back once.
It wasn't too surprising for the old man either. He knew just how stubborn Azekiel could be. There was no way he was going to accept what he didn't want to accept. Still, the old man was hoping that things could be different this time with Azekiel; the path that he was walking on was really treacherous.
In failure, there was death. And even in success, there was a failure. No one had won while taking the path that Azekiel was taking.
The old man disappeared as well, knowing that even if he tried to force Azekiel, it wasn't going to work. He had already told Azekiel the consequences and what he could lose in the process; now, everything that was left was for Azekiel to decide... Decide if he wanted to win or if he wanted peace because both couldn't come together.
Azekiel walked in silence, followed by Raphael and Lia. None spoke anything, as the silence was contagious.