Azrael sucked in a sharp breath. There was no one in the continent of Asteryca who had not heard of the tragedy of Grahvis. It was a small trade town belonging to the kingdom of Xhyronia.
The town from where Sylvera's precious jewel had been stolen.
It was said that every man, woman and child, even animals that lived there fell victim to brutal massacre, whether it was by someone's merciless blade or the fire.
There were rumours that not a single soul had survived what happened, and those who did were relentlessly hunted down and killed.
It was obvious that the person who had taken the jewel was a high ranking official who possessed a lot of power, going so far as to wipe out an entire town to hide what they did.
The idea made Azrael's skin crawl. It didn't matter the number of battles he had fought and the number of times he had enjoyed bloodshed in a battlefield, he still felt reluctant about taking the lives of women and children.
