She was the Forest of Eternity.
It was the most absurd truth Azriel had ever heard—even after dying countless times, even after drowning endlessly in blood. Yet, as he stood there, he realized something strange.
His mana core was no longer burning with unbearable heat. Instead, a peculiar calmness filled his mind.
Slowly, exhausted beyond measure, Azriel spoke.
"What does that even mean?"
Lady Mio gave him an unreadable smile, her gentle eyes reflecting a sorrow that ran deeper than any Azriel had ever known.
"It means exactly what it sounds like, my lord. My soul, mind, and mana core have merged completely with this forest. Every grain of dirt, every fallen leaf, every blade of grass—they are all me."
"…"
