A loud voice rumbled inside the mountain, and the air quivered slightly. Azazeal slowly turned his gaze toward the narrow opening Kyle slipped into.
"Did the spirit show up? So soon?"
He stood up, and the space around him rippled and stretched out with many dark particles before he stepped out from the separate space he created to make his presence known once again.
The flower between his collarbones evaporated into the particles. However, as he recall Kyle's last expression, he paused for a split second. He thought Kyle's presence was just something he would notice in passing, but in the past three months, the human was nothing but amusing... Similar to someone he remembers.
The moment that thought flashed in his head, a strange possibility flickered through his eyes that maybe Kyle was the descendant of one of them.
But as soon as the thought appeared, he dismissed it because he had killed all their descendants himself.