Nightmare

"Huh?"

Azriel blinked, suddenly finding himself standing a few meters away from... his own body.

In front of him lay his original self slumped on the ground—his heart lying motionless on the floor.

He was...

Dead.

"...Annoying."

"...!"

Azriel's eyes widened as he turned to his side—and saw himself.

His older self.

The self that had dragged him into this nightmare.

The self that had killed his family.

"You...!"

Rage erupted within him, setting his very being ablaze. His fists clenched, his breaths sharp and shallow. There were too many emotions, too many conflicting feelings aimed at his other self.

The older Azriel merely glanced at him, uninterested, before shifting his gaze back to the scene before them.

Azriel gritted his teeth, forcing himself to calm down, and turned to look at the scene as well.

"What is this? What's happening...?"

Originally, even Azriel had been shocked.