Azrael took in a sharp breath. There was none in the Continent of Asteryca who hadn't heard of the tragedy of Grahvis, a small trade town belonging to the kingdom of Xhyronia.
The very town from which Sylvera's precious jewel had been stolen.
It was said, that every man, woman and child, even animals that resided there fell victim to brutal massacre, whether it was by the merciless blade of a sword or by unrelenting flames..
Rumors persisted that not a single soul had survived that horrific ordeal, and those who did were relentlessly hunted down and silenced.
It was obvious that the person who had taken the jewel was a high ranking official who possessed significant power, going so far as to wipe out an entire town to hide their involvement.
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 reveled in the bloodshed, he still had qualms about taking the lives of innocent people.
