Chapter 194: No Way Out
He was admired by the Luna. Though she had defeated him in a friendly match, everyone could tell he had held back.
When Luna Reana personally chose him to lead the delegation to the Southern Islands, he didn’t decline—and none of the warriors protested. They knew he was the most deserving.
On the way, he defied her orders to eliminate Karl if he caused trouble. Yaz’s reason was simple: "I wasn’t there when Luna Reana gave such a command. Karl is a pack member. The Luna protects her pack members. So do I."
At the Southern Islands, his effortless integration with the Dark Snow Pack earned their respect. Because of Yaz, the trade went smoothly. Even when Karl, as usual, courted death, it was Yaz who convinced the Dark Snow Pack to show mercy.
Before they left, Yaz even negotiated with Beta Qasas to supply them with weapons and shields for the dangerous return journey.
His sword was different from everyone else’s. When he drew it during an ambush and fire leapt from the blade, the warriors were stunned. They assumed it was laced with dark magic—but none dared question it. Some were jealous, yes. But none spoke a word.
He had not only shown strength and unshakable leadership, he had kept them alive. So when Yaz let go of that fire-forged sword... the very one that had slain more creatures than they could count, they knew they were fuck.
"C–Commander Yaz?" one of them stammered, his hand trembling at his side.
Yaz didn’t respond. He stepped forward, but someone seized his hand from behind.
"What are you doing?!" the warrior barked, though his voice quivered.
Yaz’s gaze swept over the battered remnants of his team. Some lay sprawled on the fractured bridge, bloodied and groaning. Others stood barely alive or strong to be called warriors. Some were traumatized, dirt-smudged and dazed. Some were dead, lying there with missing body parts. Too many were missing – dead already.