Loki sighed.
He really did not want to see Azief if he could help it. Because the stronger that Azief become, the harder it is for him to hide certain things.
However, what should come, must come.
Loki got up and he walk out from the café.
By now, Azief is already near the café. He is only a few hundred meters away from the café. On a road that is filled with mist, on a small trail leading to the café
And he is looking at Loki.
He is just standing there but the world itself seems to shudder. Almost like he is a being who is not meant to walk the mortal realm.
Above his head, the sky split opens, a jagged wound of light and shadow, and the laws of heaven trembled in his wake, as though the gods themselves held their breath in his presence.
The earth groaned under the weight of his power, trembling with the knowledge that life, death, and time all bent to his will.
