Feng had been confident many times in the game, and it had led him to be nearly killed on just as many occasions.
Azel knew that better than anyone.
He had watched him fall, flail, and suffer from arrogance.
It was plot and he was the main character so he wouldn't die.
But this world was different.
Death meant the end.
Azel didn't want him to repeat those same mistakes.
He couldn't make Feng as ruthless and cold as his in-game counterpart had eventually become — that would take years of pain but he could at least correct the issues before they took root.
"I understand," Feng said after a long pause.
His voice was low, subdued.
Though his shoulders sagged and his spirit seemed deflated, there was sincerity in his tone.
He knew exactly where the problem was.
