Taizel POV
I snarled and unleashed my fury upon the nearest wall, my clenched fist smashing into it repeatedly until numbness engulfed my hand, and rivulets of blood marked my violent outburst. Regret gnawed at me – if only I had acted faster, I could have captured them. Alexa had effortlessly outwitted me, aided by her cunning escape. She must have had considerable support, leading me to wonder about the extent of Raziel's allies.
My plan had centered on rendering Raziel powerless, stripping him of his throne, identity, and influence. Despite my every effort, he still commanded loyalty. My gaze shifted to Tristan, suspended between two poles within a long-forgotten torture chamber nestled within the royal mansion – a facility built for rogues, now revived under my control.
A primal sc
