Azriel stared at his future self and bit his lip.
"What do you mean by that?"
His future self shrugged, the motion casual, almost dismissive.
"It's exactly as I said... I'm already dead. Ever since you saw me at that void dungeon... I was gone."
Azriel froze, his gaze locked on the man in front of him.
"How...?"
How was this possible?
If his future self was dead, then how was he standing here? If Azriel was supposed to die, how could he be talking to himself?
"[Redo]," his future self said suddenly, interrupting Azriel's spiraling thoughts.
Azriel frowned.
"[Redo]?"
Then, his eyes widened as a realization dawned.
His future self continued, a calm, almost detached tone in his voice.
"[Redo]... It's far more complex than you can imagine. A unique skill that doesn't require mana at all. But the cost..." He paused, letting the silence stretch. "The cost is our life. It's absurd, isn't it? A skill so powerful, so terrifying, yet... so beautiful."
