Freedom

There was something Azriel had been thinking about for a while.

His future self—now dead—had said something that lingered in Azriel's mind ever since. Well, there were a lot of things he had said that stuck with him… but one, in particular, refused to fade.

That Azriel was supposed to be saved by Joaquin on that day, instead of being sent to the Void Realm.

That this world was more than just a book he had read.

That the book followed him—no matter what—making his arrival in this world inevitable.

No matter what he did, it was as if it had always been his fate to come here.

And yet, that very book was something unknown. Even the gods themselves didn't seem to know what it was.

Even the gods themselves didn't seem to know how Azriel had arrived in this world, calling him an anomaly.

Something else had brought him here.