Chapter 84: The Lowest Tactic Wins
With a frown, Azrael gripped her hand, stopping her in place.
"Let go." She spoke coldly, glaring daggers at him.
His grimace only deepened. "Are you mental? Don’t you see what she is doing? Raven kidnapped Isolde, most likely guessing how much she meant to you. If you gather the whole camp to go after her, you are going to play right into her hands. Don’t forget we are on a timer. If we fail to kill the Death Knight before the Queen becomes an Apex, we are doomed!"
With a simple gesture, she freed her hand. "Even so! Ensuring Isolde’s safety is most vital. I can guess that they are planning to use her to guide them through the Ruined Kingdom towards the King."
Her palms clenched into fists. "I know how the Proven think, no... Chosen in general. Once she is no longer useful, they would discard her. I have to get her back before that happens."
’Why?’ Azrael gritted his teeth. ’Why are people so emotional? Can’t they see that their feelings would lead to their demise? In this world, being overly emotional would result in nothing more than your own death.’
He observed the Chosen—the way they moved, the pure hatred in their eyes. They were blinded by their reverence for Isolde, whom they considered an angel. They were blinded by the fact that they were about to go against Proven. People they had no business fighting.
’I can foresee what happens. They go, they fail, and I am left alone to get rid of the Death Knight.’ Azrael analyzed, keeping a clear head. He was strong; with his armor being of the Radiant Purity Rank, he was magnitudes stronger than before. But even that didn’t guarantee his win over the boss monster. He would either need to get even stronger or get help from others.
And like it or not, he had to rely on the people he had entered the Rift with.
"Go towards the kingdom and find the Death Knight as we all agreed upon." He took a deep breath. "I am going to bring Isolde back to you."
She shook her head. "No, her safety is my concern. I am not letting her life be in someone else’s hands."
’Weakness, weakness.’ Azrael cursed the mindset of weakness, of vulnerability, of prey, of emotion.