Chapter 234: The Curse of Azazel

**Thelma Zane’s POV** I stared at the Archpriest, my mind filled with a growing sense of dread. “What in the world did you do to us?” I demanded, though my voice came out as a feeble whisper. The Archpriest chuckled, his expression oozing smugness. With a wave of his hand, the snow, ice, and rocks around us began to shift and contort. Before long, several grotesque carriages had formed, their jagged edges glittering in the dim light. “As I told you before,” he said, his tone laced with false patience, “you must atone for your ancestors’ sins for all eternity. These carriages will serve as the means for your endless repentance.” He raised his hand once more, and the disoriented wolves—my team, now trapped in their animal forms—began to move as though under a spell. They obediently harnessed themselves to the carriages, their bodies trembling but powerless to resist. “You should feel honored,” he continued. “You have been chosen to become the divine steeds of my lord’s sac