Aesther knew him better than anyone else.
She thought she did.
But the more time they spend together, the more stranger he felt to her. He seemed like a different person in the future, too opposite to the man of her present.
And she could understand why…
The Ezrahl she knew reveled in shedding blood, with every fiber of his being, he had ruined and burned the cities. Mercilessly erasing everything that stood in his way.
Peace?
The whole realm would laugh up hearing such kind of words.
Yet for some reason, Aesther could not figure out, she felt as if everything he was saying, everything he was showing, carried nothing but honesty.
There was grief and sympathy buried beneath the layers of coldness in his gaze… what had changed him this much?
The attendant from earlier came out and tiredly said.
"You can come in now."
Aesther stepped inside first, "What took so long?"
Enzo didn't have to answer.
