Amidst the sea of gazes fixed upon Azrael, a mixture of anger and helplessness evident in many, he detected a glimmer of respect in the eyes of a few resilient children who had withstood his initial test.
However, it was a particular gaze, brimming with curiosity and intrigue, that caught his attention. His perceptive nature swiftly traced its origin, leading his eyes to meet a pair of distinctive orbs—one red, the other golden, adorned with a solar emblem.
Yet, it was not the unique eyes themselves that captivated him, but rather the undeniable sense of familiarity that washed over him upon beholding the face they belonged to.
The silver hair adorning that face further deepened this enigmatic sensation.
Unable to pinpoint the origin of familiarity, he chose to dismiss the persistent question, focusing instead on observing the array of reactions unfolding before him, concealed beneath his mask.
