The Demon Lord's memories

Azron wrung the wet cloth, allowing the water to drip back into the small basin next to the bed Surrdon laid on. Her eyes were puffy and held bags under them, telling a tale of fatigue and crying. Yet the thought of leaving her master did not cross her mind even once. She would stay by his side till he awakened.

Whether it would take days, weeks, or months, she would be there.

Bluey was sleeping beside his body, looking relaxed and unbothered even though its master may never wake up. Deep down, it could feel he was okay and much stronger than in the morning. It had grown stronger itself, gaining some weight and its aura had also changed.

"Please Master, wake up," Azron whispered running the dump cloth along Surrdon's forehead.