Azreal stood still in the midst of the room, his body still heavy with the aftermath of the long sleep. His mind, still fogged with the remnants of his unconscious state, struggled to piece the puzzle together. Sarah's words echoed in his head, but one thing stood clear: everything had changed. The gods had sealed Y'tharion away, and yet, someone had managed to break that seal. Who?
Sarah's voice broke through his thoughts like a blade through fog.
"My lord, if Y'tharion was indeed sealed in Val'Karas, then who was it that was freed from the sealed room?" Her tone was a mix of disbelief and suspicion. Azreal frowned, clenching his fists at his sides.
"This is confusing," he muttered, almost to himself.
"Could it be his ability?" Sarah pressed, her brow furrowed in thought.
Azreal's gaze snapped to her. "Explain in more detail."
