Chapter 240: The Awakening of Azazel

**Thelma Zane’s POV** The battlefield was alight with a dazzling array of sorcery, unlike anything I had ever encountered. This was not the controlled and measured magic practiced by the werewolf grandmasters. These were ancient spells of unimaginable power, wielded without restraint. I now understood why the use of magic had been so heavily restricted in ancient times. This was no mere manipulation of natural elements like fire, ice, or lightning. The sorcery here was dark and insidious, its effects cruelly creative. Spells like "dissolve" and "distort" operated with devastating precision, leaving no room for defense. The archpriest wielded these powers with an ease that was both terrifying and maddening. He had drawn strength from the black fog, an unholy force that had transformed him into something far beyond human. Each of his movements was deliberate, each attack a display of supremacy. His calm demeanor made it clear—he was toying with us. As this realization set in, m