Azrael looked at the familiar face of the young man with golden hair— though slightly different, it still bore a striking resemblance to the person he once knew.
'After seeing so many familiar people in this world, I had expected them to be here as well… but to think I would meet one of them so soon.'
Azrael's eyes briefly flashed with complex emotions as he gazed at the golden haired youth. He recalled what had happened in the past, and a guilty look appeared on his face.
He took a deep breath, suppressing his emotions and shook his head.
'No need to feel guilty over what I did in the past. I just need to make everything perfect this time.'
He looked at the golden haired youth for a few more seconds before finally turning his gaze away.
Time passed, and soon, half an hour had gone by since the sound of the bell echoed throughout the arena.
At this moment, a powerful wave swept across the entire stadium, instantly silencing all conversation.
