Azzy knelt beside Leiza, his golden aura flickering as he looked down at her trembling form. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, her eyes wide with shock and confusion. Her body was paralyzed, not from fear but from the dark corruption that had invaded her soul. The Seed of the Fallen was spreading within her, devouring her life force, inch by inch.
Her once vibrant skin was turning an eerie shade of pale, and an ominous aura of death clung to her like an unshakable shadow. Each breath she took seemed weaker than the last, and her lips quivered as if she wanted to say something—but she couldn't. Even her voice was slipping away.
Azzy gritted his teeth. He would never forgive himself if the client he promised to protect died because of him.
"Chronos…" His voice was strained, desperate. "There has to be a way."
The ancient entity within him remained silent for a moment, as if contemplating something. And then, in that cold, emotionless tone, it finally spoke.
