'...Fuck my life.'
Taking in a deep breath, I let go of my resentment of Azreal and focused on what I needed.
Still, staring at the sky, I said in a low voice. "...I want to talk with you, Amunet."
For several seconds, there was no response.
I almost thought she had returned to her usual habit of pretending she didn't exist.
But to my surprise, I felt her presence before I could even see her. A faint golden light gathered on the balcony that slowly took the shape of a woman.
Amunet appeared beside me without making a single sound.
Her olive hair with ash-coloured highlights flowed gently in the wind while her white dress moved around her body.
She didn't look at me. Her eyes remained fixed on the sun hanging above the horizon.
"...You finally decided to show yourself." I grumbled, turning my body towards her.
"I was always here." She replied without even looking in my direction.
