Soul's Crucible

Perhaps it was because Jasmine was sleeping so peacefully on him that Azriel didn't outwardly react. Inwardly, however, he felt as though he'd just been jumpscared—his soul nearly leaving his body.

He wondered if he'd come dangerously close to triggering [Redo].

Stopping his hand from caressing Jasmine's hair, Azriel smiled awkwardly at Nol, who was staring at him with a blunt expression.

"...H-how long was I asleep?" Azriel asked, his voice betraying his unease.

Nol, his head propped on one hand while his arm rested casually on the armrest, tapped the white marble table repeatedly. His crimson eyes, devoid of their usual gleam of crazy loyalty, bore into Azriel.