Azrael gritted his teeth. His shoulders shook as another divine spear pierced him. However, he didn't scream this time.
Instead, he glared ahead, letting out a heavy breath as a healing spell washed over his body, healing the wound for the nth time.
Azzy stood a few steps away. With hands behind his back, he said softly. "You should have already experienced a lot. If you move, your body will be pierced by the spears."
Azrael laughed bitterly. "Hard not to move when speaking about them."
"You meant the Death clan?" Azzy asked.
Azrael inhaled sharply and said, "The Death clan killed my entire family. Every single one of them." His fists clenched so hard his nails dug into his palms. "For what? All for the sake of treasure. These hidden clans are all hypocrites. They do actions in the name of protection, but in the end, they only act for their selfish needs. For the sake of the peace, my ass."
Azzy didn't comment on anything yet. He merely gestured to him to continue his story.
