The One Who Took the Wheel
"Hey," Azriel suddenly spoke casually into the emptiness itself, "how about it?"
The vast white world remained silent for a moment.
Victor's body sat motionless in the distance, cross-legged beneath countless drifting golden symbols. His black hair moved faintly despite the absence of wind, while streams of mana and faint traces of Zenith Aura swirled around him like invisible tides colliding against one another.
Budha immediately realized who Azriel was talking to.
The vampire emperor folded his arms loosely as his crimson eyes narrowed with amusement.
"Can I take over while this guy trains?"
His gaze shifted toward Victor's meditating form.
"I'm sure you can allow this."
Azriel smirked faintly after saying that.
"It's not like we haven't done this before."
