Chapter 6: How Far Will You Go?
’Some kind of torture awaits or something even worse?’ The thought flared through Azrael’s mind the moment he heard Seyra announce that this had been the easiest part.
He doubted she was the type to joke around, which left him with only one choice: prepare for the worst.
Azrael, along with the others still standing, was escorted to a dimly lit white corridor and instructed to wait.
He observed the ones who had completed the laps. Some were tall, others short, but one thing united them: their eyes. Cold. Emotionless. A few moments ago, those same people had pushed their bodies beyond reason, leaving crimson trails in their wake. Their clothes were soaked in blood, some of it dried, some still fresh. The iron scent filled the space around them, yet no one offered spare clothes or even acknowledged the mess.
’Is it because we don’t deserve them?’
His eyes darkened, preparing for the worst.
’Or is it because what awaits us will bloody us again anyway, so changing would be pointless?’
Azrael could only wonder.
Eventually, the door opened. Seyra stepped out, calling one of the waiting candidates.
It didn’t take her long to return—ten minutes at most—but the one she had taken was nowhere in sight.
One by one, they were called. Azrael was the last.
When his time came, he entered.