Azrael eyes widened at that thought. 'It's possible but... that doesn't explain how I was transmigrated as him...'
Was the real Azrael still consciously inside his own body? Was he the one who has been showing these visions?
The scene in the garden continued to play out. The young Azrael waited eagerly, clutching a bouquet of small, delicate, red baby's breath flowers.
His excitement was palpable, his pink eyes sparkling under the moonlight. Beatriz stood nearby, her expression filled with worry.
As Azrael's friends watched, the air seemed to grow colder, and the garden's shadows lengthened ominously. Azrael's heart sank, knowing what was coming next.
"Ah, it's the crown prince...he looks so young here," Caspian mentioned, his eyes following Valerian, but he frowned a bit. "Why does he seem upset?"
"He's furious," Azrael answered, his eyes dull, and his tone almost bitter.
