Azeryan's handsome face twitched slightly, but the pain in his shoulder did not make him afraid: "I beg you to wake up, Father! Lord Eriv and my friends are protecting the lands of the living, shielding innocent civilians from the slaughter of the undead, and ending the disaster of the Demon! Our enemies should be those invaders who commit blood crimes, the sinners who harm the Seryan people... not the farmers struggling to survive in the fields... slaughtering the innocent is only tarnishing your soul step by step..."
Azeryan's stern reprimand, which exhausted his strength, left him almost soaked in sweat. He paused and took a deep breath.
