Chapter 21: An Oath
Judgment Day — it happened once a year. The god stirred awake, showcasing its unquestionable power.
With the highest Danger Level and Corruption Rank possible, it was placed at the top of the hierarchy above every living being that resided on the planet.
For a full twenty-four hours, not a single soul was allowed to move beneath its gaze.
The price for daring to do so would reduce anything, no matter how mighty, to ash.
This created the ritual: when the day finally came, every living being would stare at the moon, unmoving—waiting for the day to pass and for it to close its eye.
’And to think that I was born on this cursed day...’ Azrael thought, breathing as calmly as he could, not daring to make a single wrong move.
Technically speaking, being born on this day was unheard of, for it was virtually impossible. The mother, as well as the baby, would be reduced to nothing but ash... And yet he stood on his chair, whole and alive.
He had wondered how such a thing was possible and had naturally asked the old man who raised him. But no matter how often he asked, he never received a satisfying answer.
Now, in hindsight, it made sense — for the old man was a Skinwalker. If it had hidden its true nature, what other things had it done?
With nothing else to do, Azrael’s eyes narrowed, activating his system interface.
He didn’t need to move to do so — he could perform all actions just by thinking about them.
His eyes stopped at his Inborn Trait, or more specifically, its description: