"And since you have already used it, it means you have died..."
"..."
A heavy silence descended upon the room.
"Can you tell me... when did you die?" Ezekiel asked, his voice filled with a mix of concern and curiosity.
Samiel's brows furrowed as he tried to recall the missing pieces of his memories. He placed his hand on his forehead, searching for any fragments that could shed light on his mysterious demise. "I am not sure about it either," he finally spoke, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "However, my memories are only limited to the day of Graduation in the Apocalypse Academy. Then... it's completely dark. Maybe they were lost...?"
