Mirel ground his teeth in anger, but the more he struggled, the more painful the blood wolves' bite became.
Unlike the blood lances that were sucking the blood relentlessly, making it extremely lethal if exposed for too long, the blood wolves were designed to be physically painful. It was frustrating—and demeaning since this made it clear how Master Tobias sees him.
In Master Tobias' eyes, his will was a lot easier to break.
Enough pain would deter him from doing anything drastic, as he was not used to it.
Lucivar deserved the blood lances due to his innate strength and unbreakable will, and Master Tobias decided that the only thing he could do to deter Lucivar was to force his body to shut down. It was exactly what the blood lances were made to do.
Tears of anger slid down Mirel's face, eyes red as he glared at Master Tobias hatefully.
He was frustrated.
Knowing what Master Tobias thinks couldn't miraculously have him overcome his situation.
