Asher stared at the sky. Truly, he was confused. He had cried, he had felt anger and pain, ready to join them in death, just to be told it was all a prank. Although nobody had explicitly told him it was a prank, to Asher, it had to be. After all, why hadn't his family let him in on the plan?
Azaron, who was floating in the air, stared down at Asher as he spoke with an expressionless face, "It seems you still have so little faith in me, Youngest. How could I die to such a weak attack?"
Asher, hearing Azaron's words, remained silent. He remembered Azaron telling him to believe in him. But what was he, Asher, supposed to do when he had just watched his family die, and the system had also told him it wasn't an illusion?
