"I wish I could stay by your side to aid you in your journey, Young Lord…" As Nalvadir spoke, his tall figure began to crumble into motes of shining light. "Unfortunately, the Sanguinal Throne is almost out of energy and can't keep this strand of my soul here any longer."
In just a few seconds, more than half of Nalvadir's body had already disintegrated into motes of light, vanishing into the void.
"Although it was brief, I am glad I was able to meet you before finally leaving this world."
Azrael did not respond to Nalvadir's words and simply watched in silence as his figure continued to fade away.
Nalvadir smiled faintly when he saw Azrael remain completely indifferent and gave him one last bow before his form fully disappeared.
Even after he was gone, Azrael continued to stare at the place where Nalvadir had stood just moments ago, his mind replaying the conversation they had shared.
