The Last Promise Beneath a Dying Sky
Years have passed, and Eli as the new God of Death had learned of Azriel's amazing adventures.
Time did not move for her the way it did for mortals.
Seasons didn't pass. Years didn't fade.
Instead, memories accumulated—quietly, endlessly—like falling ash in a windless world.
She sat upon a throne carved from silence, where souls passed like whispers, and even eternity felt… still.
Yet despite ruling over death itself—
Her world had never truly been empty.
Because his name kept reaching her.
Again. And again.
Azriel Ruinous.
The Blood Monarch.
The one who refused to kneel—even before fate.
"…He conquered the forbidden lands."
She heard it from wandering souls—warriors who died chasing legends, only to become fragments of them.
"…He walked through the Five season Forest alone. The ancient beasts didn't dare breathe in his presence…"
