Desira's laughter echoed ominously, her obsidian eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as she reveled in the suffering of Ren and the others.
The air around them was thick with malevolence, and Desira wore a sinister smile as she declared, "How amusing it is to witness your feeble struggles. I won't kill you, not yet. No, first, you shall taste the sweet liberation of corruption. Only then will I consider ending your pitiful existence."
Ren and the others were still paralyzed and in pain, and could only glare at Desira
As Desira continued her gloating, a sudden shift in the atmosphere caught her attention. The mist-laden air seemed to shiver with an unspoken tension. The corners of her lips twitched in curiosity.
Unexpectedly, Azazel, who had been seemingly lost in his own thoughts, slowly stood up. His eyes, once vacant, now held a spark of lucidity.
With a newfound determination, he turned to face Desira, his gaze sure and confident.