Azrael listened to Vanessa's warning, but for some reason, he felt as if she were merely spouting nonsense to stop them from interfering with the throne.
He could understand her reasoning. Although he himself sensed no danger from the throne, the unease in Luo Bingqing and Elyara's voices made it clear that the black throne was making them feel deeply uncomfortable as well.
Moreover, the throne was undeniably connected to the Enders.
His task—Find the Traces of the Enders, had been marked as complete the very moment he laid eyes on it.
Although he knew little about the Enders, his past encounters had taught him one thing beyond doubt: anything related to them was unquestionably dangerous.
Because of this, Vanessa's words about avoiding any action involving the black throne seemed, at least on the surface, perfectly logical.
However—
'I want to sit on it…'
Azrael could not explain why, but the strange pull he felt toward the throne grew stronger with each passing second.
