"FUCK!"
The sensation vanished.
[Eyes of the Blessed has deactivated]
"NOOOOO!" he screamed, tumbling into the vortex, unable to resist its pull. Even the Chronos Lock was powerless now.
[REJOICE, AMAEL. THE FIRST PHASE OF THE PLAN IS COMPLETE. THE JOURNEY TO FREEDOM HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN.]
Suddenly, a warm sensation enveloped him. He gasped.
"Thank God, I made it in time," a voice said.
His blurry vision cleared just enough to glimpse a figure. He couldn't mistake what he saw.
"L-Lily?" he whispered, tears streaking down his face.
"Yes, Mael," she replied with a soft smile. For some reason, she seemed different—more mature, more... powerful. "Sleep... I will take care of the rest," she said.
And the next moment, darkness claimed him.
…
…
Amael's eyes fluttered open, his vision swimming with blurred shapes. Slowly, the haze began to clear, and the first thing he noticed was a ceiling faintly illuminated by the soft, flickering glow of mana bulbs.
