That Shattered Soul Complete Once more

Three enigmatic figures gathered around a peculiar table in a dimly lit room, their features distorted by shadows.

One was a man, his body concealed beneath a black exoskeleton, his face the only visible part. He was a striking individual, seemingly in his thirties, with silver hair and eyes that defied human norms. His sclera is black, devoid of iris, and his pupils are large and golden.

"Are you sure, Azoth?" The second person, a beautiful elf with silver hair and blue eyes, asked. Her voice shook, along with her trembling lips and downcast eyes.

"Of course, Philis, if you do not take my life. Then, your entire family shall suffer. I would rather die than see you cry."

"Azoth!" cried out the third individual, a beautiful woman like a fairy. Ethereal ice crystals wrapped around her glistening ice-blue skin, adding to her charm and wonder. Droplets of tears from her eyes and her passionate voice revealed her feelings.