Great Divine Star Spirit Emperor, Pollux, Last Crown of the Starbloods.
Those words echoed relentlessly inside Azriel's mind. He had never once heard of such a title, not even among the divine spirit kings. Not merely a king, but an emperor—Pollux claimed himself as the very last ruler of the Starbloods. Either this spirit before him was extraordinarily arrogant or...
Or it truly was the real thing.
It was those heavy eyes—eyes only a king could have—that reminded Azriel of Joaquin, convincing him to lean towards the latter conclusion.
Azriel pursed his lips slightly. From the very instant the guardian had stepped into the cabin, Azriel had been silently scheming, contemplating countless ways to escape his dire situation. He had stalled for time, and now, in this third loop, he had remained alive longer than ever before. No Void creature had yet come for him.
But he still couldn't use mana.
