Chapter 11: Chaotic Thoughts.

A while later, a soft knocking could be heard rousing Aza'zel from his deep thoughts as he stood up from his chair. He looked over to the door, hesitated for a moment, and eventually exhaled before getting up.

He flung on his gray trench coat, let loose his hair from the earlier ponytail fashion, and made his way to open the door. Even now, he was ignoring Soulguider's voice in his mind.

He even considered limiting the influx of blood essence and source energy channeled into the inner world, but he quickly realized that such a thing was an impossibility since the core of the inner world and his genetic core were now one and the same.