Azriel had been through a lot.
He knew that.
From the fragmented memories of his past to the void dungeon incident. From realizing—no, accepting—that he was created solely for destruction. His entire life had been a lie, and worse still, he was the reason for his own family's death. His world had crumbled, everything he thought he knew flipped upside down.
So many lies. All aimed at him.
And all of it by his own hands.
In countless timelines, Azriel had descended into madness, trapped in an unending cycle of despair.
Azriel was stuck.
Stuck in an endless loop that refused to end.
He couldn't die.
