Blaze felt immense pleasure watching the strange expressions on the cultists' faces. He loved how they always held on to hope, only to get it crushed a second later.
First, it was the initiates who lost hope. Then the zealots.
He thought the enforcers would fall into the pit of despair next, yet they kept fighting back.
Something kept fueling their courage, and he wanted to know what it was.
The enforcers were the strongest bunch of humans he had faced. But physical strength didn't translate to mental fortitude. He knew they must have been trained in a certain way to never give up.
Blaze wanted to know how.
The more he understood about their training, the better he could make plans to counter them, and the cultists who would come for him next.
Especially since my enemies would only get stronger from here onwards.
