"The first moment I laid eyes on you, I thought we were similar... and now, we even complete the look."
Sweat rolled down Azriel's entire body. He couldn't move—only grunt, tremble, and gasp for air with the knife still lodged deep in his right eye socket.
"Khk...!"
It hurt.
It hurt so much.
[Soul's Crucible] was in overdrive, and still, the agony clawed through every nerve like wildfire.
Pierre's words barely registered through the haze of pain.
"But I have to praise you, boy. You're really something. You still haven't passed out, and you're even holding back your tears. Honestly... if the royal family ever got their hands on someone like you, I fear the revolutionary army would crumble."
Then Pierre let out a long, casual sigh.
