'Why do I feel sad… just hearing this name?'
Azel paused mid-swing, the crystal beneath his blade cracking cleanly.
He had no reason… absolutely none to feel anything toward a name he'd never heard before.
And yet the grief that stirred inside him felt old… like mourning a memory he had never lived. It was painful and annoying as well.
He frowned. 'I don't know him… so why the hell do I feel sad?'
"It's probably because I feel sad as well."
Azel froze.
That voice did not belong to Mira and it wasn't Mynes either.
It was feminine and mature… a little raspy with age, but melodic enough to be unsettling. Slowly and carefully, he turned his head.
A woman drifted beside him.
She wasn't standing neither was she walking but rather she was floating, her form translucent as mist.
Her face looked like she belonged in her early forties with elegant cheekbones, tired but wise eyes, strands of white woven through dark hair.
