What was happening to palkus was indeed something Draco had planned.
However, it was something necessary.
Aside from the longing, the reason Palkus was sleeping so much was because he was going through prolonged evolution.
This wasn't a process people normally went through, but Draco was forced to make Palkus go through it solely due to the effects of Chaos on him.
It was previously mentioned that anyone else other than Draco wouldn't be able to handle Chaos and for that very reason, Draco had to take some precautions.
And now it happened. After successfully going through the prolonged evolution, the dormant laws inside of Palkus had exploded, becoming even more abundant and reaching absurd levels.
But all of this was an attempt to withhold chaos. All of the laws inside of Palkus' body would go towards forming a cocoon whose sole purpose would be to hold chaos inside of it.
If it wasn't obvious until now, Palkus was also a test subject aside from being Draco's blessed one.
The continent wide catastrophe had lasted for an entire month or two before the fog receded and the first to wake up was Azeroth.
"Azeroth, Azeroth, you're awake?" Opening his eyes, the first thing the fallen angel had seen was the worried expression of Palkus.
"I'm okay." Azeroth nodded, a smile on his face from seeing that the young man was finally back to his usual self.
"I'm sorry. It's my fault that all of this happened." Palkus apologized.
"You have nothing to apologize about; it wasn't your fault. By the way, where is that guy?" Azeroth asked.
"That guy?" Palkus pointed at the vampire p^rimogenitor, who was just waking up.
"Yeah, aren't you going to deal with him?" Azeroth asked.
"I don't know, it doesn't feel right at the moment." Palkus scratched his head.
"You're right." Azeroth nodded. The young man wasn't as ruthless as he was to kill someone for benefits.
He was eventually going to do it but not this soon.
But, while Palkus had no plans of killing the primogenitor, the damage had already been done.
"Yeah." Palkus sat on the edge of his bed and Azeroth sat next to him.
"When will we move?" he asked.
"Whenever you want."
Then as soon as possible." Palkus replied.
"I see." Azeroth understood that the young man just wanted to get out of this continent.
"The phoenix continent it is." He added.
"Yeah." Palkus looked at the wall in front of him as his mind traveled his thoughts.
"I will be waiting outside." Azeroth got up and left the room, but Palkus stopped him.
"Is- is this normal?" Palkus asked while looking at Azeroth with eyes that made the fallen angel's dead heart shiver.
"Is it normal for me to get this angry? To get this bored? To not want to talk to anyone?"
"Is it normal to feel this emptiness in my chest and this feeling of something stuck on my throat?"
"Is it normal for me to miss my wife? Is it... Is it normal for me to want to go back to my days when I was a kid playing around with my master? Where my parents and my little sister were just around the corner?"
"Is it normal, Azeroth? Is it normal?"
"It is normal." Azerorth stood there for a second before he faced Palkus and spoke.
"It's normal for all living beings to feel shitty and miss the good days. It's normal to be down at times and it might even take years for you to feel alive."
"As long as there is a chance to see some light... you should keep chasing it."
"Don't be like me, Palkus."
"Don't drown in the darkness. You're still young; you have just married the girl you like; you have just started your life."
"It's normal."
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