In the next second, Azriel blinked, and suddenly his vision tilted as his head smacked hard against the edge of the bed.
"Argh..."
Wincing in pain, he found himself unable to move as Amaya clung tightly to him, soaking his shirt with her tears.
"I-I thought you were dead, my prince! The moment I heard you were alive a few days ago, I wanted to rush here immediately!"
She cried, and Azriel's face softened with guilt as he sighed quietly, gently stroking her long hair.
There were many things Azriel regretted from his previous life, things he had done before dying that day.
But one of the biggest regrets was this: the fight he and Amaya had had.
She hadn't wanted him to go to the military base, and Azriel, stubborn as always, hadn't listened.
In the end, he had died by the Void rifts.
Jasmine and Mira stood by, confused, watching Azriel's face contort with regret as he averted his eyes.