342 Days

Azy struggled to maintain his composure, even as his dark magic continued to pulse out of him. His concern for his mother's well-being was undeniable as he pleaded, "But Dad... it's starting again... Mom... can you take her with you? I'm afraid she will..."

"No, don't worry. She won't be affected this time," Zeke assured, placing his palm gently over Azy's eyes.

Silence reigned as everyone observed in awe. Azy's rampant magic gradually dissipated, settling into a state of calm. It appeared almost effortless, as if Zeke's simple act of covering his son's eyes had brought about absolute control. They knew it involved his demonic magic, but Zeke executed it with such ease that it seemed like he wasn't doing anything amazing at all.

Azy's surprise and awe were unmistakable as he felt the calmness wash over him, thanks to his father's intervention. "Thanks, Dad, that was... amazing!"