Saved from that hell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, another picture emerged in Balnazzar's mind. It was a picture of the scarred animal with great agility killing more than a dozen Death Lords guarding the cage and escaping from the Dark Blade's base camp.

That posture, as fierce as a wild wolf and as crazy as a devil, made Balnazar, who was mentally and physically exhausted, couldn't help but nod his head... This is the self he remembers, this is his true self...

.A lone hero among demons! A hero among Nathrezim!

"There are 5 pieces of the Tidestone, but unfortunately, we only got back 2 pieces... We need to find a way, Balnazzar, the other me, we have to come up with an excuse, otherwise those jealous people

Our bastard will forcefully plant a damn crime on us, drive us out of Azeroth, and then take credit for all the hard work we have done to get it!"

The voice kept chattering in Balnazzar's ears, following the instructions:

"We have to protect our secrets. You can't let other people know that you broke down. It would be too embarrassing...it would damage your image."

"etc!"

Balnazzar suddenly screamed:

"How do I know if you are real? How do I know if you are the spy planted in my soul by the devil Tyrion?"

This question silenced the deep voice. After a moment, it said helplessly:

"Poor little cutie, the long-term blow has made you unconscious... You are a Nasrezim, a demon who combines soul and body. Your control over the soul is the most powerful in the entire legion. Am I another

You, yourself...can't you tell the difference? Do you just not believe in yourself?"
Chapter completed!