Azazeal was suprised at Kyle's words.
"You have dug up so much I had forgotten. You know this place was once my home. Did I leave a clue here in the past? I can't quite recall. It's been thousands of years."
Kyle arched a brow. His expression remained composed, yet his fists were tightly clenched with tension.
'Just a bit longer...'
He noticed the symbols that had glowed on the ground under Azazeal and throughout the tomb slowly starting to float in the air.
"Seriously, you forget that you yourself wrote down the fact that there's nothing left of the blessed race except for the land they inhabited, the very ground we stand upon. Then... what about Lilith and Nathaniel? Did you forget them too? What a shame... I was going to let you see them again."
Right away, the atmosphere surrounding Azazeal became still, and a burst of dark energy erupted from his body. Even though the symbols beneath him hungrily devoured the energy, it still caused harm to everyone nearby, including Kyle.
