This was it.
Today was the day.
After a month of waiting and days of frustration and stress, it was finally time for the Academic Olympiad's parade.
'We can do this. We... can do this.'
Azrael chanted inside his mind as he stared at himself in the mirror. The figure he saw was familiar but at the same time not. It was not him, or, at least, not the him he knew for most of his life, but it was also the new 'him.'
The 'him' he has known for the past month.
'Azrael, I can do this. Right? I've done my best to make it this far, to keep your body alive and use it to help Eirian.'
As expected, the real Azrael did not answer. How could he? Zak was using his body, and he wasn't sure whether or not the real Azrael's soul was actually still inside.
