Three days passed without a sound. All that time, I remained in the Void, testing my abilities. Compared to before, the difference was enormous. The best part was that no matter how much destruction I caused while testing, it had no effect on the real world. I went a bit too far.
But like all good things, it had to come to an end. At least for now.
The time for the wedding had finally come.
I was standing in the middle of the hall, unseen, observing the guests. That was when something caught my eye.
And, surprise, surprise—it was the girl who had caught me stealing two years ago. I had thought she was just a lone witch, but from what I overheard, she was actually a very talented one who had been in seclusion working on magic.
That explained why I hadn't seen her in the past two years. This is merely a minor detail, yet it holds significant interest.
Most of the guests were travellers. Nothing too surprising there.
Travellers were powerful witches, most of them at least. I could see magic flowing around them like threads—some stable, some chaotic. They spoke with confidence and pride. They weren't just celebrating a wedding.
They were celebrating a future where two of the most powerful among them would lead.
Qetsiyah and Silas were respected among them. The next leaders were mentioned.
Together, they were unstoppable.
If only they knew.
My gaze moved until it landed on the woman who had just entered the hall.
Qetsiyah.
She was wearing white, but not the white of innocence. It was the white of victory. The whiteness of someone who had achieved the impossible.
The immortality spell—her life's work—was complete.
She stood tall, confident, and radiant.
She looked happy.
Truly happy.
And that said something, because it would not last long.
And that was what made the scene difficult to watch.
Because I knew that in just a few hours, that happiness would be destroyed so completely that it would turn into something else entirely.
Revenge.
The kind of revenge she would spend well over two thousand years pursuing. The kind that would define her entire existence. And in the end… I wasn't even sure if it brought her peace. I never finished the show in my previous life, so I didn't know how her story truly ended.
During the last few days, I had been thinking.
Even if I wanted to stop Silas, I couldn't. Or rather, I shouldn't.
But letting him go without consequences wasn't an option either. There needed to be punishment.
And that was when my attention turned to Amara.
I had seen her before—from a distance, in Silas's thoughts, and in fragments of memories during dream walking. Dreamwalking made it very easy to see pieces of people's past. I had probably gone through the memories of most important people here, and that was another reason why my synchronisation had been increasing so fast.
And yet, somehow, that witch girl from before had avoided most of my observation. Lucky. Very lucky.
Today, Amara was beautiful.
Not the overwhelming beauty of a supernatural creature. It is not the seductive beauty of a vampire. Not the cold perfection of an angel.
She was human.
Soft. Gentle. Fragile.
She looked so similar to Elena that I couldn't help but wonder if something like reincarnation was involved. They looked almost identical to me.
Silas was also dressed in white. He was talking to Qetsiyah while the ceremony was being prepared. But to me, it was obvious.
Fake.
Nothing real in his expression.
But when he turned his gaze toward Amara… the love I saw there was so real that for a moment I wondered if I was hallucinating.
The saying was right.
Behind every outstanding man, there is a woman.
And for Silas, it was not Qetsiyah.
Their love triangle was the beginning of everything.
The tragic beginning of this world.
The ceremony was finally ready.
I shifted slightly in the Void and listened.
"Everything is ready," one of the current leaders of the travellers said. "After the ceremony, you can proceed to the bridal chambers."
Qetsiyah nodded. "Good. We may begin anytime, as long as you are all ready."
Silas smiled when she said that.
It was a perfect smile.
If I didn't have a perception of truth, I would have believed it too.
"You will finally be together," another traveller leader said to Qetsiyah. "We hope you can lead us to even greater heights than before. We all believe in you."
"Thank you," Qetsiyah said calmly. "I will. No—we will do our best."
Silas stepped forward and took Qetsiyah's hand and whispered in her ear.
"You've given us a chance at immortality," he said, looking into her eyes. "I don't know how I could ever repay you. I can't wait for the ceremony to finish."
Lie.
Lie.
Lie.
The words were perfect. The tone was perfect. The expression was perfect.
But the intent was wrong.
He was getting impatient. That much was obvious. And beneath his words, there was something else—something much simpler.
He believed he deserved immortality.
He didn't see himself as a villain.
He saw himself as a man choosing love over duty.
And tonight, he was going to steal eternity and give it to the woman he truly loved.
I looked at him carefully and thought about the small "repayment" I would give him later.
A cold smile appeared on my face—one I probably wouldn't recognise if I saw myself in a mirror.
The ceremony continued. Humans spoke words about love, eternity, promises, loyalty, and the future.
And it made me wonder how many times I would see this same scene over the next few thousand years.
Different faces.
Same promises.
Same betrayals.
Same lies.
Same hidden intentions.
Some things never change.
Time passed slowly.
Or maybe it just felt slow because I knew what was coming.
Eventually, the ceremony ended, and people began to celebrate. Wine was poured. Music started. Laughter filled the air.
Qetsiyah was smiling, talking with the other travellers, occasionally looking toward Silas.
Silas was smiling too.
But every few minutes, his eyes moved.
Always go to the same place.
Amara.
She stood slightly behind the others, dressed simply, as expected from a handmaiden. She tried not to look at him too often, but every time she did, I could see the same thing in her eyes.
Fear.
Hope.
Love.
And guilt.
Of course she knew. Silas had probably told her everything a long time ago. Anyone who was offered immortality would be tempted. Hardly any people would refuse that offer.
So she knew what was going to happen tonight.
She was about to become immortal.
And even if she were one of the few who might have resisted… with Silas whispering in her ear, promising eternity together, she couldn't refuse.
Her fear came from somewhere else.
She knew that when Qetsiyah found out… her future would not be easy.
But she would still do it.
Because her love was stronger than her fear.
I looked at Silas again.
Then at Qetsiyah.
Then at Amara.
Three people.
Three different truths.
Three different choices.
And one inevitable ending.
But the truth was I am Michael. An Archangel.
So what did this series of tragedies that would befall this world have to do with me?
Right now, I know the ending that would benefit me is about to be born. In normal circumstances, that should have been the end of it. No interference. Just observation.
But…
Qetsiyah was my teacher.
She was probably the closest thing to a friend I had in this world.
So, how could I be involved?
And unfortunately…
This was a necessary tragedy that I couldn't stop.