"Oh."
After the vision, a cascade of memories flashed before Azrael's eyes, scenes of him and Lila playing together during the few days she had stayed at the palace. The images flickered by like an old film reel, filled with laughter and shared moments of innocent joy.
He saw them chasing each other through the sunlit gardens, hiding and seeking among the palace columns, and sharing secrets under the sprawling branches of the ancient oak tree.
In a blink, the vision ended, and he found himself back in the present, face to face with Lila, who was still staring at him, anticipation clear in her eyes.
'That was... unexpected,' he thought, trying to process what he had seen. The memories felt so vivid, so real, yet so distant. But he had to respond to Lila, who was waiting, her expression a mix of hope and uncertainty, her breath held in quiet suspense.
