*Clap~* *Clap~* *Clap~*
Davis stood up as his palms struck each other, "My good son. You withstood my soul pressure for nearly three days without succumbing to it completely and arrived here without uttering a single word of complaint. That's outstanding even in my books. But if it were me, I'd definitely be cursing my father ten thousand times under my breath and take revenge later, but you're still seeking validation from me and beaming happily, you little rascal. Come here, take some rest."
He walked towards him, and as Azariel saw him come closer, his taut body appeared to relax as he cracked a smile. And that was the end of it as his eyes rolled back and he fainted again.
But this time, Davis didn't let him fall, quickly catching him.
He raised his hand up to his forehead, and life energy began emerging from his palm, encompassing Azariel in its pure warmth.
