I never knew the purpose of my life… to be a copy of the original?
I was simply born as a shadow—a fragment of what I could've been.
"So that's the boy I'll serve?" I asked.
He was… ordinary. Well, not really. But nothing about him screamed chosen. Still, I didn't question it. Serving him felt like an instinct carved into my bones. A duty I didn't understand, yet couldn't deny.
"He seems average to me," I muttered. "Why'd you pick him, Mr. V3JpdGVy?"
The figure only laughed, a crackling sound lost in distortion.
"You'll see, little voidborne."
I didn't get it—until I spent time with him. How long ago was that? I can't really remember…
But somewhere along the way, my purpose shifted. I wasn't just his servant. I wasn't just separate. I was… something closer.
Why do I care this much, Azriel? Maybe it's instinct. Or maybe—maybe we were meant to be brothers from the start.
Leirza was already impaled—his body pierced by dozens of spears made of pure sound. But he didn't falter.
