*~Lucien's POV~*
"We have three days left, Lucien." I heard a voice in my head start telling me that. I was in the middle of nowhere, everywhere white.
"Who are you?"
Then Azazel stepped out. Blood in her mouth, her nose, and her eyes. Literally coming out from every hole of her body.
"I said, we have three days left," she said, her voice echoing.
"How can we have three days left?"
"I told you. Then you had five days left. You've exhausted two days playing all lovey-dovey with her. You should find her and kill her. Kill me. Lucien, stop joking around. You will die. The phoenix stone is weakening. She doesn't have much time left. I don't know what she…" Azazel said, blood pouring out from her mouth.
I could see what she said about the phoenix stone weakening. But I don't want to spend the rest of my three days looking for you.
