CHAPTER 295: CHAPTER 294-A NAME THAT STILL CALL FORTHS POWER.

Azrail smiled as he crafted a message towards maybe one of the most enigmatic elders in the whole council. Soon, the message was done—crafted and well-established—after which he waited for a moment. A single moment later, a link requesting to enter a private room came, which Azrail accepted without hesitation.

Azrail’s body vanished as he soon appeared within a room—quite well done but a bit modest. Azrail’s eyes landed on the figure seated on the chair. Seraphel’s face was now hidden under a certain veil as she sat in the darkness of the room in brooding, yet ethereal silence. And the moment Azrail looked at her, he felt his skin crawl and his soul shudder for a moment.

’She is good.’

As Azrail mused at that thought, he silently went forth to sit in front of Seraphel. The two of them were seated across the table as the pressure in the room became sky-high, enough to crush anyone. Yet, Azrail took it like a champ as they kept looking at each other with darkened, dangerous eyes. Azrail could feel as if the tension would cut through him.

"Do you even know the danger of what you typed?"

The sweetness in the voice of Seraphel was undeniable. It was tempting, and it was calling for Azrail to surrender to her. But Azrail held firm. This wasn’t the real world. This wasn’t even a situation where the power of Seraphel could be used at will. This was a private room—pushing anything here with her strength would only be bad for her. Thus, Azrail tapped a bit on the table as he replied.

"I am well aware, and yet you didn’t get me in trouble. Why?"

As he asked, he leaned forward onto the table, seemingly as if trying to break through the fog covering Seraphel’s face. She remained silent, even though Azrail had hinted at the one secret she had hidden her whole life—the one thing she had been striving to complete her whole life. Not even a single hint of urgency could be felt from any expression of Seraphel as she sat in front of him.

She was calm, collected, and in control—something she had earned for herself in her large life. Even with everything on the edge of destruction, she stayed calm as she faced Azrail and the truth. Azrail admired that tenacity for a moment as Seraphel replied.

"Tell me what you meant by this?"

Seraphel asked as she leaned forward, and the subject title of the message he had sent her appeared right in front of them.

Hey, want to kill Thanatos?

The words lay dormant right between the two of them as Azrail now leaned back against the chair. The truth was out now as Azrail, his face hidden by the hood, faced Seraphel and replied.

"It’s also what you want, isn’t it, Seraphel Ignasius..."

As Azrail said the last of his words, the whole room chilled like never before. Darkness crept all around the place, perhaps even the sounds of souls crying started to be heard. The pressure mounted right on top of Azrail—even through the limited technology and restrictions—the sheer pressure that could kill, dominate, and control started to burst out, intending to destroy everything it touched.

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And Azrail once again took it like a pro, a smile on his face as the tension tried to cut through him, trying to break him. Yet once again, within such a private meeting room, there is a limit to the power that Seraphel will be able to display, and that is the power pressing down on him. For Azrail had touched a sore spot by clicking on the most dangerous and guarded secret of Seraphel’s.

The name of her family and the betrayal she went through run deep. For a long time, Seraphel festered on that desire. She worked under the man she swore to kill, planning and always plotting in secret to kill him, but she never succeeded. She could only watch with despair as he grew to be something she could never kill.

’A pitiful story, I have to say.’

She had done everything she could for her revenge, but sadly for her, she would never get it. In the original timeline of everything, Seraphel had done her best against the original chosen one. She schemed and tried to have him killed. Since she couldn’t harm the one she wanted to kill, she tried the next best thing, but in the end, everything blew up in her face.

This elder one, who had stood the test of time, a legend marked in history, had fallen from her position, vanishing without anything left. And the worst of it—her deepest legacy, which she had guarded and looked after, fell into the hands of the one she killed, who passed it on to one of his devoted lovers, who grew to take her place.

’Huh...only those foolish chosen ones with such great blessings will be able to go against such stupid things and still end up winning.’

The fact is, Thanatos knew all about Seraphel’s little schemes long ago. In fact, he had used it to make himself stronger and kept the enemy close to him while using her ruthlessness to nurture his own strength. He was so sure of everything in his life that he rose to extreme power and still kept the enemy with him to use as a grindstone.

’The peak of arrogance.’

Azrail mused at that thought. The only fact here is that Thanatos didn’t know why she wanted him dead. He didn’t know the value of her family, and he didn’t try to find it either. His arrogance had masked over any fact, and he knew well that anything that came his way could be easily dealt with by him. Thus, in the grand scheme of it all, Seraphel was just a useful tool.

’But even then, right now, she is still an elder with unimaginable power running through her hands.’

Azrail’s eyes narrowed as he felt the pressure trying to kill him. The process in which Seraphel lost her position and power was by chipping—everything she had chipped away slowly and in a controlled fashion. Yes, she is strong, and yes, Thanatos is arrogant, but not arrogant enough to keep an enemy close without keeping a knife to her back that she doesn’t know about.

’And it’s that knife which started to chip away all she holds dear in her current time.’

As several pieces of information and data passed through Azrail’s mind, he finally heard the words from Seraphel’s mouth.

"How do you know?"

Her words had a certain edge to them. Azrail, holding his sanity from the powered attack, started to move his finger. Slowly, he began to write on the table in a certain manner, one that shouldn’t yet it did.

The name soon came to form—Adria.

And the moment the name written in any state cannot be accepted, the pressure completely disappears. A certain chill filled the room differently. While Seraphel had kept this secret her whole life, there exists only one other who could even get that secret out—one that made everyone fear with the truth she could see into fate.

One that was forced to be forgotten yet was remembered in the minds of everyone deemed powerful.

Adria still called forth fear.