Death did not come. Even after so much courting, lady death seemed unimpressed.
"My lady death doesn't like me." Varian muttered as he craned his neck to the right.
The sword lodged itself deep into the soft mattress he was on.
Only then did he look around. He wasn't in a prison or torture chamber one would expect to find themselves deep inside their enemy's territory.
He's placed on a cozy mattress in a small room. The air was filled with the fragrance of various herbs he recognized to be precious for a celestial.
'For a celestial ranker, this costs a fortune!' As Varian was surprised and spread his perception, he heard many people, no, many children.
"Defend! Defend!"
"Take this, sun-moon slash!"
"The final judgement!"
"Siri, heal, heal!"
"The benevolent light…."
A few abyssal children were playing in the fields outside while many more were training.
A lot of them were awakeners already. Very weak, mortal awakeners. But awakeners nonetheless.
