Game of the World Tree

Azazel ultimately chose to fight again.

There was no other way.

No matter how aggrieved he felt, it was still better than outright giving up and seeing those long-eared creatures win with their smug, victorious expressions.

Of course, only he knew just how much frustration and bitterness he harbored deep inside.

Time has a way of numbing people.

And the same could be said for demons like him.

After fighting one losing battle after another and being prematurely awakened again and again, Azazel felt like he was slowly becoming an emotionless puppet.

The only small consolation he had was the fact that he still maintained a faint connection with the demonic minions within the labyrinth, and he could use them to outwit and torment the elves, making life miserable for the players who dared enter the dungeon.

Ironically enough, unbeknownst to Azazel, his efforts to disrupt the elves and interfere with their actions only added more challenge and excitement into the labyrinth.