The Twinfold Arcane Gate?!

As if sensing Ethan's confusion, Azariel bowed deeply before him.

In a hushed tone, using an ancient noble etiquette from the Tower faction, he spoke. "Honored Lord, there's no need for doubt. What you see before you is merely a fragment of my soul."

"A fragment of your soul?" Ethan frowned slightly.

Azariel nodded, his expression tinged with sorrow. "My true form perished alongside my master in battle. But I still exist… because my master refused to let his magical legacy vanish into the dust of history."

He paused for a moment, then looked at Ethan with a flicker of astonishment in his eyes.

"My name is Azariel. It is an honor to meet a Lord as powerful as yourself…"

As he spoke, his gaze involuntarily swept over Cicero, Seraphina, Elyra, and Eldorin. His eyes flashed with shock.

Clearly, he was utterly stunned.