Taizel POV
My laughter echoed in the cold forest as I watched Raziel crumple to the ground, my boot striking his stomach. The sound melded triumph with adrenaline, emotions crescendoing through me like wildfire. Finally, I had him, and it hadn't been an easy feat. Leading him to the Rogues' hideouts was the sole route to reaching him.
The plan had been executed flawlessly. A meticulous Fabrication of lies and half-truths, woven together with intricate care, now ensnared Raziel. A crooked grin stretched across my face, my eyes locked onto his writhing form. He had taken the bait, hook, line, and sinker. Every word, every promise of mine, he believed. He was convinced I was one of them.
"It's quite a sight, watching you fall for my tricks," I chuckled as he groaned in pain. He struggled
