Azrail observed with calm eyes as the woman in front of him opened her eyes—two pitch-black orbs that seemed to swallow all light. The moment those dark spheres beheld the light, it appeared as if the light itself froze, and a substantial oppression emanated from Raven's body. Dark tendrils rushed forth, accompanied by the cries of shadows reverberating around.
"Master...."
Her sweet voice left her mouth, her chilling eyes losing all focus as she walked towards him. Now much taller than Azrail, somehow he still seemed the larger figure. Upon reaching Azrail, Raven didn't hesitate. She bowed and kneeled on the ground, her devouring eyes fixed on him, emotions millions of times more intense than a normal connection.
"What do you know?"
Azrail asked with narrowed eyes.
"Not everything, but I am now something worthy to be your shadow,"
