Lokhak, standing to the side, was taken aback upon hearing this, and a hint of pleasure flashed in his eyes as he looked at the Demon Sword.
"What do you want me to help you with?" Leon was a bit puzzled.
"I need you to join me in judging these guilty wandering souls. When it comes to right and wrong, you are always more composed than Lokhak and me." Azeryan furrowed his brow, staring at the sword blade with hatred in his eyes: "I wish to subject these destroyers of Rolannar to eternal torment, but... ultimately, I am just a mortal, unable to wield this power beyond death alone."
He paused, closed his eyes, sighed to steady his emotion, and continued in a deep voice: "I cannot guarantee that I can justly ensure all sinners suffer punishment commensurate with their crimes."
Leon understood Azeryan's meaning.
Indeed, whether it's by hanging or a thousand cuts, generally, death is already the harshest ultimate punishment in this world.
