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.'
