Claire's voice was resolute. "Yes, Azzy. It is as simple as that."
Azzy stood there, his entire being demanding that he refuse to believe it. His fists clenched at his sides, his divine aura fluctuating with his emotions.
But then… he saw it.
A single tear, slipping from the corner of her eye.
She turned away quickly, her golden hair cascading like a veil, but it was too late. Azzy had already seen the truth.
His voice was calm, but it carried a depth that cut through her defenses like a blade.
"Then why are you crying?"
Claire froze. She reached out to the tear drop on her cheek and wiped it away.
Azzy took a step forward. His tone softened, but his words hit harder than any battle they had fought.
"Just admit it. You still love me."
She trembled slightly, but didn't turn around.
