Azaroth and Sophie spent some time ahead of the graves. Sophie spoke some words in her heart as she thanked these people for putting their lives on the line against the beasts.
Azaroth remained emotionless as he stared at these graves. He felt nothing for these people who lost their lives in that beast raid where he had manipulated quite a bit.
He was something who had stared death in the face and returned to life. It had only increased his willpower to become invincible.
He had chosen the path which he believed would lead him to the peak. By turning his Ardor into Triquetra Ardor. But he was now realizing that this path had its own set of difficulties.
The great power it provided gave him superiority over his realm and its diversity allowed him to win strategic battles and confuse his rivals.
However, there was no convenient thing such as a perfect skill. Naturally, the Triquetra Ardor had its own set of difficulties.
