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Chapter 108: An Act of Mercy [3] · Oct 15, 2026

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103 Chapter 103: The Show [2] 2026-10-15
104 Chapter 104: The Show [3] 2026-10-15
105 Chapter 105: The Show [4] 2026-10-15
106 Chapter 106: An Act of Mercy [1] 2026-10-15
107 Chapter 107: An Act of Mercy [2] 2026-10-15
108 Chapter 108: An Act of Mercy [3] 2026-10-15
109 Chapter 109: An Act of Mercy [4] 2026-10-15
110 Chapter 110: An Act of Mercy [5] 2026-10-15
111 Chapter 111: An Act of Mercy [6] 2026-10-15
112 Chapter 112: An Act of Mercy [7] 2026-10-15
113 Chapter 113: Aftermath [1] 2026-10-15
114 Chapter 114: Aftermath [2] 2026-10-15
115 Chapter 115: Aftermath [3] 2026-10-15
116 Chapter 116: Aftermath [4] 2026-10-15
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118 Chapter 118: Regret [1] 2026-10-15
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120 Chapter 120: A Delicate Dilemma 2026-10-15
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122 Chapter 122: Reflection 2026-10-15
123 Chapter 123: Frustration 2026-10-15
124 Chapter 124: The Void Capitals 2026-10-15
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126 Chapter 126: SICVC [2] 2026-10-15
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128 Chapter 128: The Past You Canʼt Escape [1] 2026-10-15
129 Chapter 129: The Past You Canʼt Escape [2] 2026-10-15
130 Chapter 130: Hell 2026-10-15
131 Chapter 131: Welding Water with Fire 2026-10-15
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133 Chapter 133: Horrors of Hell [1] 2026-10-15
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143 Chapter 143: Horrors of Hell [11] 2026-10-15
144 Chapter 144: Horrors of Hell [12] 2026-10-15
145 Chapter 145: Truth Beneath the Lies [1] 2026-10-15
146 Chapter 146: Truth Beneath the Lies [2] 2026-10-15
147 Chapter 147: Truth Beneath the Lies [3] 2026-10-15
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149 Chapter 149: Truth Beneath the Lies [5] 2026-10-15
150 Chapter 150: Subject 666 [1] 2026-10-15

Chapter 108: An Act of Mercy [3]

At first, the only sound was their breathing as they quietly leaned against the walls, waiting.

Waiting for Solomon to come... or perhaps someone else. Regardless, they waited, eyes on the dark corridor ahead.

And as they waited, boredom naturally crept in, leading them to talk.

Azriel spoke the most, explaining the attack of Neo Genesis, telling his own fabricated version of events. Celestina and Vergil said little.

Food and water werenʼt an issue—they had plenty in their storage rings—but conversation eventually ran dry.

Azriel sat in the middle, with Vergil on his right and Celestina on his left. Celestina glanced at him, eyes narrowed.

Azriel leaned against the wall, eyes closed, looking utterly exhausted.

His appearance was terrible, if she had to be honest.

Blood covered him from head to toe. His clothes were torn, hair disheveled, and his hand... missing.

At least his wounds were healing, albeit slowly.

She still hadnʼt fully processed that Azriel had fought—and won—against Benson and his men.

No, she realized, she knew nothing.

Nothing about what was happening today made sense to her anymore.

There was a sense that Azriel was holding something back, some vital pieces of information.

Her gaze traveled across his body, eventually stopping at a peculiar sight.

ʼWhat is that?ʼ

Her brow furrowed as she fixated on his left arm.

His sleeve was torn, bloodied, and faded into the darkness.

But now that she was paying attention, she noticed something else—bandages.

His left arm was wrapped in bandages, tightly wound, leaving almost no skin exposed.

The flickering torchlight illuminated the bandages, and she blinked, confused. She hadnʼt seen him wrap those.

That meant the injury was from before his fight, but that didnʼt make sense either.

Azriel hadnʼt fought in the void dungeon until Benson attacked him, and there was no time for such careful bandaging in between.

ʼHeʼs been wearing these the entire time?ʼ

Before the void dungeon, even.

That thought piqued her curiosity. Why was he covering his left arm?

She glanced at him again—still asleep, or so it seemed.

Vergil was in a similar state, eyes closed, barely moving. The boy seemed to sleep more often than anyone she knew.

Her eyes darted back to Azrielʼs bandages.

ʼWouldnʼt they be uncomfortable? Covered in blood and sticking to his skin like that?ʼ

Maybe she could get a closer look.

Maybe, just maybe, there was more to the bandages than a mere injury. Something he hadnʼt healed for some reason.

After another quick glance at his face, she leaned closer, her heart pounding.

For some reason, it felt wrong—like breaking an important rule or trying to hide something she shouldnʼt have touched.

The feeling made her pulse race as if she were a child caught red-handed after shattering her motherʼs favorite vase.

ʼTheyʼre just bandages. Why am I like this?ʼ

Her hand inched closer to his arm, ready to touch the bandages—

Suddenly, she froze.

A cold grip seized her wrist.

Her head snapped to the right, eyes widening as two crimson eyes stared back at her.

The same arm she had been about to uncover was now holding her tightly.

Azriel blinked, looking at her shocked expression.

They were close.

Too close.

Their noses nearly touched, and she could feel his breath on her face.

He glanced at his hand gripping her wrist.

”Oh…”

He gently let go, and Celestina quickly pulled back, her heart still racing as she looked at him apologetically.

”Sorry… your bandages looked uncomfortable, so I thought I should change them.”

She purposely left out her curiosity about why he wore them in the first place.

Azriel glanced at his arm, then back at her face before sighing softly.

”Itʼs fine. They donʼt bother me. Iʼll wash them properly later.”

Celestinaʼs curiosity burned as she finally gave in and asked,

”Why are you wearing them?”

Azriel stared at her for a few seconds, his expression unreadable. She couldnʼt shake the feeling that something about those bandages was off.

Especially since he had already taken health potions, and sheʼd used her light affinity to heal him.

His eyes drifted toward his arm before he finally spoke, his voice low.

”…Itʼs an injury.”

Celestina frowned, her gaze shifting to the bandages again as he continued.

”An injury I got back in the void realm. Unfortunately, no potion or healer can fix it. So, I just cover it with these bandages.”

Her eyes widened in shock.

ʼAn injury that canʼt be healed? Just how severe is it?ʼ

Looking at the bandages, a thought crossed her mind.

ʼWould becoming an advanced-ranked be enough to cure it?ʼ

But she quickly dismissed the idea.

There was nothing she could do.

She didnʼt know any miracle that could heal something so severe, and Azriel belonged to one of the four great clans like her.

Whatever resources she had, he had as well.

She hadnʼt even seen the injury, and now her curiosity had turned into guilt.

Guilt for nearly crossing a line she might have regretted.

She didnʼt dare ask how he had received such a wound.

Lost in her thoughts, Celestina didnʼt notice Vergil had opened his eyes, watching Azriel with a deadpan expression as Azriel smiled wryly.

*****

”Brat, what did I tell you? Sheʼd get curious.”

Azriel glanced at Celestina, who was no longer sitting.

She was talking with Vergil, her eyes fixed on the dark passage ahead.

He couldnʼt blame them. Unlike him, they still had energy and werenʼt injured.

Sitting idle for so long had to be exhausting for them.

Azriel shifted his gaze to the inferior version of the Crying Fog, Leo, who sat against the opposite wall, staring at Azriel with that familiar, unsettling smile.

Azriel sighed but remained silent.

He didnʼt want to look insane, talking to himself in front of Celestina and Vergil.

Instead, he just kept his eyes on Leo, knowing the insufferable figure could already guess most of his thoughts.

Leoʼs grin widened.

”Ah, now that I think of it, youʼre really going to die today, arenʼt you? The moment she sees you in this pathetic state, she might kill you herself.”

Azrielʼs face darkened.

Leoʼs taunt stirred thoughts of Jasmine—who by now had likely heard about everything from Nol.

If Jasmine saw him like this, bloodied, missing a hand...

He would rather face the Cradler again.

His gaze returned to Celestinaʼs back, and he sighed quietly, disappointed.

One day, sheʼd master her light affinity so thoroughly that she could lose limbs and regenerate them without a second thought... It was terrifying.

Imagine fighting someone who could heal every wound, no matter how severe, as long as they had the mana for it.

Leo noticed where his thoughts had gone and chuckled darkly.

”Youʼre going to distance yourself from her, arenʼt you? Even though that fool of an instructor died by your hand, you still listen to him. Love. I wonder what that feels like.”

Azrielʼs expression turned grim as he stared at the Crying Fog.

If someone like Leo ever felt love, Azriel thought, the world might truly go mad.

A sudden silence enveloped the tunnel as Azriel closed his eyes.

It was peaceful.

No sound but the faint echoes of his own thoughts.

The pain in his missing hand had subsided, though the phantom ache lingered, strange but manageable.

And then...

Azriel furrowed his brow.

It was still quiet.

Too quiet.

Why was it quiet?

What happened to Celestina and Vergilʼs conversation?

Opening his eyes, he saw Leo, no longer grinning, but scowling as he stood, glancing around.

Azrielʼs pulse quickened, his breathing suddenly heavy.

Sweat trickled down his face.

”Haa... Haaa...”

His breath came in ragged bursts. His vision trembled. When he looked at Celestina and Vergil again...

They were frozen.

Their bodies completely still. It wasnʼt just them.

Azrielʼs eyes shot wide as he staggered to his feet.

A wave of nausea hit him as he pressed his hand against the cold stone wall to steady himself.

Goosebumps crawled up his arms.

The torches that lined the walls...

They werenʼt flickering.

No.

They were frozen too.

”What is the meaning of this, brat?” Leoʼs voice was tight, unnatural.

Azrielʼs heart pounded in his chest.

It was just him and Leo now.

Time itself had stopped.

And then...

The unmistakable sound of metal scraping against stone echoed through the tunnel.

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