Chapter 51

Alex's POV

A man in his mid-30s sits tied to a chair, his mouth covered with duct tape and his physical strength restrained by a magically imbued rope. I remove the tape, cautiously creating a protective barrier around him as a precaution, considering his unknown abilities.

"Capturing me won't earn you any merit. Just kill me now," he asserts with a firm tone, accepting his fate.

Curiosity drives me to inquire about his plans, but he responds with laughter, which only serves to irritate me further.

"Are you deaf, or are you just a stupid little gay bitch?" he taunts, attempting to provoke me.

In response, I extend my fingers, allowing sharp claws to emerge, but his lack of fear remains apparent. Frustrating!

However, as I continue to observe him, I notice a peculiar tattoo on his neck—a depiction of a moon ensnared by an eagle. It likely represents his allegiance to the cult.

"Why remain loyal to him? Do you not comprehend his malevolent int