"The Angel of Sorrow?"
The abrupt question took Atlas by surprise as his eyes narrowed for a brief moment. From his expression, he seemed to know something, and it was at this moment that I realized that I may have possibly slipped up.
'No, it's too late to regret.'
"....Yes."
I kept my gaze firm as I looked at him in the eyes.
For some reason, he didn't feel as suffocating as he did moments prior. Perhaps it was because of the vision that was taking over my entire attention, but I was able to stay relatively calm.
"....."
His deep yellow eyes stared back at me, and as I looked into them, I found his image overlapped with the one I had seen in the vision.
Unlike now, his eyes were brighter.
....Different.
There was something more to his eyes back in the vision than his current eyes.
