Azaron sighed as the memory of that literal hellscape remained vividly etched into his mind. That event had been one of the defining moments that shaped him into the man he was today. It was also because of this that he never truly bothered with Malrik's obsession with protecting his siblings.
Malrik wiping out a Baron family simply because their Young Master had dared to look at his younger sister with lustful eyes was merely a minor footnote compared to the things Nazak did whenever he was truly angry.
It was from his Father that he had learned to vent his anger upon his enemies.
'I wonder if Overlord Cynthia will be amongst those who would send people after the youngest,' Azaron thought to himself with an amused smile.
After what his Father had done to the woman, it was enough to traumatize almost anyone. He wondered if she was truly willing to provoke the Wargraves.
