Kyle's smirk faded when a pair of very familiar eyes stared back at him—eyes he had not seen since leaving the Lost Treasure Tomb that had exploded.
They radiated a madness that was starkly different from the calm and emptiness he had grown accustomed to.
Azazeal's figure, laughing maniacally, looked at him from his position at the heart of what could only be termed devastation.
Surrounding him, everything disintegrated into nothingness, echoing with the haunting and bewildered cries of confused souls.
He mumbled frantically as he tore apart and destroyed every confused soul in sight without a hint of hesitation.
"Where is she?? Where is she?!"
Even after seeing Kyle, he paid him no attention, as if he were trapped in a trance.
Kyle staggered from his position, his heart racing wildly at the sight he was seeing, as if it were trying to escape his ribcage.
