Their robes flapping in the wind as they stare at each other eyes.
She looks at him and then ask
'You don't want to know what the price of asking my divination? You seem to be puzzled by my ask before. But now you don't seem anxious to know what my pain is'
Azief shakes his head
'I could guess' he said. Smiling widely the Oracle said
'I underestimated you. You see a lot'
'People who underestimated me have never been in good position' The Oracle nodded
'That is true'
Silence once again passes between them.
Azief might not have much time to burn, but that does not mean he is anxious. He had asked his question. And he would wait for her to answer.
And he knows even if she did not want to answer, she has to. Because he is Death Monarch Azief.
To not answer is to seal her doom. Sighing she then said
'Absolute truth of the future, huh?' Shaking her head, she then said
