My Soul card is a Reaper-Chapter 764: The world of Irth (part-30)

Leiza shook her head violently. "No. No, I—" She looked at her hands again, the same hands that had just released a blast of energy without her even knowing how.

She felt it now—that foreign power coursing through her veins.

It wasn't human.

It wasn't her.

She gasped, gripping the edges of the bed, her entire body trembling. "What did you do to me!?"

Azzy hesitated for a moment, then answered, his voice quiet but firm.

"I saved you."

Leiza felt as if the world around her was crumbling. Her heart pounded violently in her chest, her breathing shallow and erratic. This had to be a joke. There was no way this was real—none of this could be real.

She clenched the bed sheets beneath her, her fingers digging into the fabric. "You're messing with me, right?" Her voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper. It was impossible. She was human. She had always been human. How could that change? How could she suddenly—

Azzy, standing before her with his celestial wings still spread, didn't waver. His golden eyes held a quiet patience, but there was no humor in them. No teasing.

"Focus," he instructed gently. "Focus on yourself. Feel the energy within you. The answer is already there—you just have to acknowledge it."

Leiza swallowed hard, shaking her head in disbelief. "No, this—this doesn't make sense. I can't—" She clutched her chest as her breath hitched. "Just tell me what's going on, Rael!"

Azzy let out a small sigh and finally sat down in the chair near her bed. He rubbed his temples, as if trying to find the right words, then looked at her with a calm, steady gaze.

"Alright," he said. "Then let me start by introducing myself. My name is Azrael Garcia and I'm from Planet Gaia, which is located thousands of light years away from this place. And my world is…"

And so, he told her everything.

He told her about his world—a place where Arcana Masters existed, where people possessed supernatural abilities, where strength was dictated by one's soul power. He described how he grew up in a different reality, one far beyond anything Leiza had ever imagined.

He told her about Claire.

His first love. How he had met her when he was just thirteen, how she had changed his life. How they had shared countless moments together, only for her to disappear one day without a trace.

"She left," Azzy continued, his voice soft but firm. "No warning. No explanation. Just… gone." His hands curled slightly into fists before he exhaled and unclenched them. "I spent years trying to understand why. And eventually, I found out the truth—she was an angel, the daughter of Archangel Michael."

Leiza blinked, stunned. "An Archangel's daughter." It is a bit tough for her to accept his story—a world filled with these superheroes he could only find in the comics, but this… their holy book of revelations says that Archangels are genderless. They don't have families and stuff like that.

Azzy nodded, watching her carefully. "She had been hiding her true nature from me. I didn't know at the time, but… she wasn't meant to stay in the mortal world. She had duties. A life beyond what I knew."

A bitter smile crossed his lips. "But I wasn't willing to just let her go. So I chased after her."

Leiza listened in stunned silence as he explained how he had followed the clues, how his journey had led him to the celestial realm—the world of angels. And how that journey had eventually brought him here. To this city.

"The people who came with me?" Azzy continued. "They're angels too. Just like Claire. I came here because I knew she would eventually appear." His gaze darkened slightly. "I've been waiting for her. That's the reason I'm here at all."

Leiza felt her throat tighten. So everything—everything—was because of some other girl.

Some angel girl.

Something inside her twisted painfully. It is indeed true that he had come here for his girlfriend who left him.

She clenched her fists. Why did that hurt?

She shook her head, forcing herself to focus on the bigger issue. "Okay, fine," she said, her voice slightly unsteady. "I get it. You're not human. And you're here for Claire." She swallowed hard before forcing the next words out. "But what about me?"

She placed a hand on her chest, feeling the strange energy inside her. "You said I'm not human anymore. What did you do to me?"

Azzy's expression turned serious. "I told you already. I saved you. If I hadn't done that, you would have been turned into a fallen nephilim, roaming in the dark while actively hunting down humans without being to control yourself."

Leiza's breath caught.

He took a deep breath before saying the next words carefully. "I merged you with the Eye of Odin."

Leiza froze. "What is that? Whose eye?"

"The Eye of Odin," Azzy repeated. "It's a divine artifact. A source of immense power. It transformed your body, making you stronger, more powerful, and a divine entity. So, basically, your lifespan is extended beyond an average human. You won't get sick, you will age slowly, you will be one of the smartest individuals on the planet, etc…"

Leiza's pulse pounded in her ears. It was too much. Too overwhelming.

She looked down at her hands. Was that why she had released that blast of energy earlier?

Azzy continued, "Not only that… but I also bonded you with an Arcana spirit. A creature known as the Thousand-Faced Spider."

Her breath hitched. "A—A spider?"

Azzy gave a slight nod. "It's a Platinum-grade beast. Incredibly rare and powerful. But, it is weak and I had no use for it… but you did. It merged with your soul orb during the transformation as it seemed very compatible with your soul."

Leiza's body trembled.

For a long moment, silence filled the room. She could hear her own heartbeat—loud, fast, uneven. Too much had changed. Too fast.

Her life had been normal. Ordinary. She had been a student. A girl with friends, with a future, with dreams.

Now?

She didn't even know who—what—she was.

Her gaze locked onto Azzy's. "You turned me into a monster," she whispered.

Azzy's eyes darkened. "No," he said firmly. "I turned into a goddess, Leiza."

Leiza's breath shuddered. "But at what cost? I can no longer have any normal life."

Azzy stayed silent and looked down. "I'm sorry for that." He whispered.