"Azrael?" Raven exclaimed in visible surprise.
"Out of all the Chosen here, I would have expected that you would be the last one that wouldn't want to come with us. You have been there; you have seen our defense measures. Our combat power, our pleasant food. I dare say that our base is superior in every single way possible."
Azrael smiled subtly; it was clear that Raven was making use of several manipulative tactics in order to control the Chosen.
"It's exactly because I have walked the path that I don't want to do it again." He spoke without a trace of hesitation.
"I am strong, maybe the strongest Marked in the camp with only Seraphina and Isolde being able to rival my power. My point being, even I struggled to cross the distance. Facing numerous knight patrols. Reaver Danger Level monsters, and this was before I even reached the Blizzard Region. There was a hostile flora that hid beneath the snow, ready to devour me with a single bite and cold that almost froze my blood solid."
