His hands slipped into his pockets as he moved through the street.
The city felt peaceful.
People were talking, shopkeepers were closing their stores slowly, and the evening lights had begun to glow.
'Everything feels… too easy,' he thought.
There was no resistance. No complications. He was still wearing the same mask. Many people looked at him with suspicious gazes.
Azael ignored them. He was in a good mood. Everything was moving exactly how he wanted. Since the time he had transmigrated into this world, he hadn't faced any difficulties till now. Everything was smooth.
He continued walking, his masked face slightly tilted upward as he observed the calm surroundings.
But just then something unexpected happened.
BOOM!!!
A deafening explosion shattered the peace.
Azael's eyes widened behind the mask.
The building beside him exploded violently, flames and debris bursting outward with terrifying force.
The shockwave hit him instantly.
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