Azriel had been through a lot.
He knew that.
From the fragmented memories of his past to the void dungeon incident. From realizing—no, accepting—that he was created solely for destruction. His entire life had been a lie, and worse still, he was the reason for his own family's death. His world had crumbled, everything he thought he knew flipped upside down.
So many lies. All aimed at him.
And all of it by his own hands.
In countless timelines, Azriel had descended into madness, trapped in an unending cycle of despair.
Azriel was stuck.
Stuck in an endless loop that refused to end.
He couldn't die.
His future self—[Redo]—was an evolved version, one that had exchanged its very soul in the process. Azriel had no way of knowing if his current [Redo] was the same. But he did know one thing: death wouldn't bring an escape. There was no closure, no finality—just the endless loop, forcing him to live through it all over again, with no memories to protect him.
