The Inviolable Lord

Yarin's POV:

His subordinates behind him stepped aside, revealing the Lycans strewn casually on the ground. They had clearly put up a fight, but each bore silver burn marks, and some had even undergone deformities, clearly tainted by malevolent forces.

I couldn't bear to look any longer and asked Tyle, "You're a follower of Azazel."

"I believe you know, after all, you were fortunate enough to become the vessel for my lord's descent." He seemed to consider it the utmost honor, his expression a mixture of longing and madness. "Therefore, even if you torture me, I won't do anything to you. Returning the vessel is enough to earn my lord's favor; I seek nothing else."

He extended his hand toward me. "Don't waste any more time; it's time for us to leave."

I allowed him to drag me away and calmly asked, "Will you spare the others?"