*Swish*
In a ripple of spatial energy, Leon materialized on the first floor of the dungeon. The moment his feet touched the cold stone, the massive gates groaned open on their own, ancient mechanisms grinding to life as if welcoming their master home.
"Why the hell aren't these doors opening u—Ahhhhhhh..."
*Clank-Clank-Clank-Clank*
The heavy doors had barely parted when a skeletal figure came tumbling through, rolling down the short flight of stairs in a chaotic clatter of bones. Rees came to a halt mere inches from Leon's boots, sprawled in an undignified heap.
"Hello, Rees." Leon's lips curved into a faint, amused smile as he gazed down at the lich.
"Sir Leon... I greet you." Rees scrambled to his feet with surprising grace for a being made of bone, then bowed deeply, his empty sockets fixed respectfully on the ground.
"It's been a while... Where have you been?" Leon's expression shifted to neutral, though a hint of curiosity flickered in his eyes.
"Haha... You see, there was—"
*Step-step*
The sound of light footsteps echoed from beyond the gates. A woman stepped into the dungeon's dim light, her presence carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers and ancient forests.
Leon's eyes widened in genuine surprise. Standing before him was none other than Medina—the former Mother of Fairies herself—her ethereal beauty undimmed, beautiful hair cascading like moonlight.
"I greet the Dungeon Master." Medina offered a warm smile as she bowed gracefully to Leon.
"Well, well... If it isn't the Mother of Fairies." He returned the smile, his tone laced with playful recognition.
"Not anymore..." Medina's cheeks tinted with a soft blush as she straightened. "I have decided to give up that title. Now, I am just Mr. Rees' wife."
"Eh...? EHHH...?" Leon's composure cracked entirely. His gaze darted back and forth between the Rees and the ex-fairy mother, confusion etched across his features.
"It's true, Sir Leon. I have married Medina, and now we are a married couple." Rees rubbed the back of his smooth skull in a remarkably human gesture of embarrassment, as if scratching an itch that no longer existed.
Leon stared for a long moment, processing the absurdity of it all. "I have so many questions... But I'm only going to ask two. When did this happen? And where are the people from the village?"
Medina's smile brightened, her eyes sparkling with quiet joy as she explained. "When you left the forest, I had intended to give up my powers entirely to relinquish my title. But Sir Rees... he offered a better way. A way to step down without losing everything."
She glanced fondly at Rees who was now standing beside her. "A Fairy Mother cannot marry. The moment she does, the title is stripped away, but most of her powers remain. And so... we got married. We sealed our vows at the Pool of Life and Death, under the ancient waters that bind souls eternally."
"That's why it took us some time to return," Rees added, his bony fingers intertwining with Medina's delicate ones. "When we came back to the village, the people were happy. The fairies had begun teaching them magic, real magic. After long discussions, the villagers decided to stay. They're now building a new home deep in the heart of the forest, together with the fairies. A place where humans and fairies can live peacefully."
Leon listened in silence, his face betraying none of the storm raging inside.
'Fucking hell... All those fuckable women, gone just like that. An entire village of opportunities went up in smoke. Damn it, I should've at least brought back that one girl... the one with no gag reflex. What a waste.'
His expression twisted into one of profound regret, brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line.
"Something wrong, Mr. Leon?" Medina tilted her head, concern creasing her flawless features.
"Can you still read my mind?" Leon asked quickly, a touch of alarm in his voice.
"Oh no, no..." She laughed lightly, shaking her head. "That ability was taken with the title. My thoughts are my own now and everyone else's are safe from me."
"Good." Leon exhaled, relief washing over him. Then, a mischievous glint returned to his eyes. He raised both hands, making exaggerated, unmistakable gestures, the universal sign for having sex. "Say, now that both of you are married... How are you going to... you know..."
"Hmm...? What does that—" Medina began, genuine confusion clouding her expression.
"It's a spiritual wedding, Sir Leon," Rees cut in smoothly, his tone firm as he looked at Leon, "We don't require a physical relationship to prove our bond."
"Oh well... She's your wife. Do whatever you want with her." Leon shrugged with a wicked grin, placing his hand over Rees' shoulder. "But if she ever needs some physical satisfaction, you know where to find me. Just two floors down."
"Oh, do I still live on floor eighteen, Sir Leon ?" Rees asked.
"Yes... but for now, you're coming with me. Elis will show Medina to the eighteenth floor." Leon's voice returned to its usual commanding neutrality.
*Swish*
A soft distortion in the air, and Elis materialized behind him like a shadow given form. She bowed deeply, her movements precise and elegant.
"As you command, Master. But... for some reason, I can't teleport her to the floor. She is protected with some kind of magic."
"Ah... Try now." Medina gave Elis a knowing smile, her aura shifting subtly as some invisible restriction lifted.
*Swish*
In an instant, both of them vanished, leaving only the faint scent of Medina's floral magic lingering in the air.
Leon turned to Rees without missing a beat. "Take a look at this." He flicked his wrist, tossing a dark, pulsating core toward him. The core of the Gillian Hound, still thrumming with otherworldly energy.
*Catch*
Rees snatched it mid-air. He held it up, staring in silence for a long moment. Then, with a soft tap against his own skull, a thin red beam shot from his left eye socket, scanning the core like a machine analyzing data.
"Huh... This is not from this realm, is it?" Rees finally said, his voice low.
"Nope." Leon smirked as he started walking toward the dungeon's exit, the cool night air already beckoning.
"May I ask what realm this is from?" Rees followed close behind, the core still cradled carefully in his bony palm.
"I don't remember." Leon glanced upward as they emerged into the open. Dark clouds raced across the sky, driven by a restless wind that whispered through the trees. "All I know is that tonight, I'm consuming it. And we're going deep into the forest for that."
"Sir Leon... The mana in this thing is abnormal." Rees's tone carried genuine caution. "From what I can detect, it will flood your body and mind with violent bloodlust. Uncontrollable, perhaps."
"I know that as well." Leon's smile didn't waver.
"And... I suppose you're still going to consume it?"
"Yes. And I want you there to watch." Leon replied with a neutral expression. "If I lose control or if I try to do something stupid, you will have to contain me. Hold me in a magic barrier or something until I've absorbed every last drop of its power."
Rees shook his head, a dry rattle echoing from his jaw. "Always doing something crazy... You are truly one strange human. It's like you have no fear of death."
Leon chuckled softly, accepting the core back and slipping it into his inventory. "Sometimes it's better to die strong than to die weak. And believe me, I've died weak before. It's not good."
As they walked deeper into the shadowed woods, a warm, ethereal blue light suddenly bathed the world from above. Both of them stopped and looked skyward.
Two brilliant full moons hung in the clear night sky, their azure glow washing over the forest like a gentle benediction as the dark clouds vanished completely from the sky.
"Looks like we've survived the winters successfully..." Leon murmured with a smile.
-x-X-x-
Two blue moons hung high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the forest as slow, chilling winds rustled through the trees.
Rees and Leon trudged deeper into the woods, their weapons at the ready, senses sharpened against the encroaching shadows.
Rees gripped a long wand in his left hand, its tip humming faintly with one offensive pre-cast spell and one defensive barrier primed for instant activation.
Leon held Nyxter fully sheathed, invisible mana threads coiled around each blade like taut spider silk, ready to unleash the sword in a heartbeat.
"This area of the forest... it's unnaturally silent," Rees murmured, channeling a scanning spell that pulsed outward, probing the surroundings for hidden threats.
"The crickets are still chirping, and those birds circling above suggest no predators are around," Leon replied in a hushed tone, his eyes locked on the winding path ahead, every muscle coiled for action.
"How deep are we going, Sir Leon?" Rees asked, his voice laced with hesitation.
"Deep enough so that no one can interrupt me," Leon answered flatly, pressing forward without breaking stride.
"Sir Leon... we've already delved farther than any adventurer has ever came," Rees pressed.
"I know. Now, stay quiet for a moment," Leon commanded.
'In case my bloodlust spirals out of control, I need a safeguard,' Leon thought, his expression unchanging as he used the skill.
"Skill Crafter..."
[Please pick a name for the skill...]
"Calm Mind."
[Skill 'Calm Mind' has been created.]
[Rank has been settled to 'D' by default.]
[State the use of skill.]
"As soon as the skill is used, it will stabilize the user's mind and calm it down from any overwhelming emotions."
[Processing....]
[Error: User can't craft this particular skill.]
Leon's eyes widened in bewilderment as the notification flashed before him.
"What the—" But before he could finish, an ominous shift gripped the air.
The crickets fell silent. The birds halted their flight, vanishing into the canopy. The forest plunged into an eerie, suffocating quiet.
"Mr. Leon..." Rees whispered, raising his wand and pivoting sharply.
"Get ready," Leon growled, his voice serious as he yanked Nyxter free in a fluid motion.
*Swish*
"But... I don't sense anything. My skill shows nothing—"
"Hello."
The voice slithered from the left, cold and mocking.
Leon and Rees whipped around in unison, locking eyes on a figure emerging from the underbrush—a man in tattered rags, long black hair cascading to his knees, jagged nails glinting on his left hand. Blood smeared his lips and chin, a gruesome crimson mask.
*Step*
He stepped fully into view, and Leon's blood ran cold. In his hidden right hand, he clutched two severed heads: one a hob-goblin's, the other a crimson-skinned variant with twin horns jutting from its forehead.
Without wasting another second, Leon used his skill.
[Name: Mikael Malkovich]
[Class: Chimera]
[Race: Vendigo]
[Level: 372]
[HP: 370002000/370002000]
[MP: 45000000/36486287]
[Description: Mikael Malkovich was part of an experiment done by the Lopez household's leader in order to fight demons, but after fighting the Demon general Gurua and eating her meat, Mikael unlocked hyper regeneration and gained immense powers in exchange for his sanity.
Mikael is neither a monster nor a human, he is something else. He still holds his grudge for the Lopez household and wants to slaughter them once again.]
'Fucking monster...' Leon's mind raced, adrenaline surging as he activated every combat skill in his arsenal.
...
Power flooded his veins in an instant. His aura erupted like a storm, encasing his body in pitch-black metallic armor that gleamed ominously under the moonlight. His eyes darkened to abyssal voids, every sense heightened to razor sharpness.
"Here I thought the Red Ogre would be my meal... but it seems I've got dessert too," Mikael sneered, dropping the heads with casual disdain.
*THUD-THUD*
*Swish*
In a blur, Mikael vanished, reappearing behind Leon like a phantom. "This armor won't save you..." His nail pierced Leon's shoulder, slicing through the Steelweb Armour as if it were parchment, drawing a hot spray of blood.
Pain lanced through Leon's arm, but he spun with explosive speed, Nyxter whipping through the air in a deadly arc—only to cleave empty space. Mikael was already gone.
'His speed... it's inhuman,' Leon thought, gritting his teeth as sweat beaded on his brow.
*Swish*
Mikael materialized inches from Leon's face, languidly licking the blood from his nail. *Lick* "Hmm... tastes off. You haven't been eating well. Oh well... time to hunt you.
Why don't you start running ?" Mikael's grin widened, predatory and feral, as his nails elongated into razor-sharp metallic claws, glinting with lethal promise.
Leon didn't flinch. He shifted his stance, Nyxter humming with restrained power, his breath steady despite the pounding of his heart.
"That's new... No one's ever stood their ground after realizing they're just a bug to me," Mikael chuckled, his voice dripping with amusement. Then, in a heartbeat, he blurred out of sight.
'Fuc—' Leon's thought cut off as instinct screamed. He whirled, predicting the strike—but Mikael wasn't behind him.
*Tang*
"Above you... Sir!" Rees bellowed, thrusting his wand forward. A shimmering barrier erupted around Leon, layers of hexagonal mana weaving into an impenetrable dome.
Leon glanced up just in time, Mikael hovered mid-air, claws descending like falling stars, slowly but inexorably piercing the shield with a grinding *crack* of fracturing energy.
"Fuck..." Leon cursed, diving right as the barrier shattered in a cascade of sparks.
*Thud*
Mikael slammed into the earth, craters forming under his feet. He inspected his claws with mild curiosity, then turned his gaze to Rees, a wicked smile curling his lips.
"Hah..." In a flash, he vanished again, reappearing behind Rees like death's shadow, claws slashing towards his necro-heart.
*Swish*
But Leon was faster as he had already predicted his move. He pivoted with blinding precision, Nyxter singing through the air in a horizontal sweep that connected with Mikael's wrist.
*Cut*
The hand severed clean, tumbling to the dirt in a spray of dark ichor.
*Thud*
Mikael didn't scream or retreat. He stared at the stump, confusion flickering across his features as regeneration crawled at a snail's pace, tendrils of flesh knitting far too slowly.
"What?" he muttered, eyes narrowing. The army that should've been repaired immediately is taking so much time just to stop the bleeding.
Leon seized the opening.
"LAST RISE: FULL MOON!"
His voice thundered as he channeled the skill, Nyxter whirling in a hypnotic circular motion. Moonlight seemed to amplify the blade's edge, casting illusory foreshadows that danced like phantoms, drawing Mikael's gaze into a trance.
The stance shattered. Nyxter exploded forward, a silver streak aimed at Mikael's neck with velocity that warped the air.
Mikael's instincts fired. His bare feet clamped the ground, toes and claws digging deep into soil like anchors. With a guttural snarl, he twisted his body at the last possible instant, the blade grazing his throat in a whisper of wind.
*SWISH*
*THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD*
Nyxter's blades detached in a chaotic storm, hurtling outward like shrapnel. Trees splintered and toppled in rapid succession, bark exploding as the projectiles carved through the forest in devastating arcs.
*Haaaah*
Leon exhaled a steamy breath, sweat slicking his armor as he reset his stance, pointing Nyxter's handle at Mikael.
"Nyxter..." he intoned, grip tightening. In a whirlwind rush, the blades reversed course, snapping back into place with metallic *clinks*.
Mikael's casual demeanor shattered, replaced by a deadly glare. Carelessness evaporated; he now faced a true threat.
"I'll hang your head in my lair..." he spoke, voice a low rumble of fury, claws flexing as tension crackled in the air between them.
Leon and Mikael circled each other in the middle of the forest as Rees continued to cast defensive barriers around Leon's body with all the buffs he had.
'He is fast... too fast... Even after so much concentration, I can only see some of his movements.' Leon thought with a serious expression as sweat beads formed over his forehead.
His grip on the Nyxter's handle tightened... As he used another skill.
As soon as he used the skill, thousands of red dots appeared all over Mikael's body...
'He is completely vulnerable and has no defensive spells... it's his dexterity that makes him lethal. Only if I can make him a little slower-' Suddenly Leon's eyes widened as he remembered something crucial.
Without wasting another second Leon stopped circling and stabbed his sword into the ground.
*Stab*
"Hmm...?" Mikael looked at Leon with a confused expression as he couldn't understand what was happening.
"Come on then..." Leon spoke with a smile as he placed both of his hands into his pocket and deactivated the steelweb armour.
"S-Sir Leon, W-What are you doing ? He will kill both of us." Rees spoke in a worried tone as he couldn't understand what Leon was trying to do.
"Are you accepting defeat ?" Mikael asked with a confused and suspicious expression.
"Sure..." Leon replied with a smile as he looked at Mikael.
"KEKEKEKEKEKEKE... HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA... I THOUGHT YOU WERE BETTER THAN THIS... YOU ARE THE STRONGEST OPPONENT I HAVE FACED TILL THIS DAY BUT YOU HAVE ACCEPTED DEFEAT IN SUCH AN EASY WAY... HAHAHAHA..." Mikael shouted loudly as he laughed like a crazed maniac.
'Oh well... No matter how much power you have, it won't matter if you don't have a working brain.' Leon thought with a smirk as he continued to look at Mikael.
"I shall consume you now..." Mikael spoke as he immediately disappeared from his position and re-appeared right in front of his face with his hand raised high in the air ready to kill Leon with one strike.
*Click*
But, before he could've even touched him... His whole body froze.
'1...'
Leon didn't waste time and pulled out both of his hands from his pockets immediately.
'2...'
As soon as he pulled his hands out, a broken pocket watch fell down.
"Chitty Chitty, Bang Bang... Motherfucker." Leon spoke as he immediately grabbed the nyxter's handle and pulled it out from the ground.
'3... 4...'
*Swish*
In just a split second, Nyxter's blades sliced through Mikael's throat and beheaded him.
'5.'
As soon as the five seconds were over...
*THUD-THUD*
Mikael's head got separated from his body and fell down on the ground.
"W-What !?" Rees asked with a shocked tone as he couldn't understand what just happened.
"Finally this came in handy... All the mana that I fed it was all worth it." Leon spoke in a low voice as he picked up the pocket watch from the ground and placed it back in his pocket.
"Sir... Leon... I-I don't understand, how did you-!? When did you !?" Rees asked as he looked at Leon.
"Don't worry... You will understand with time." Leon replied with a smile as he looked at Rees.
'Wait... Something is not right, I didn't level up after killing him. He is a monster of such a high level and I didn't get any experience points... That means...'
*Crack*
With cracking sounds, Mikael's body started moving once again.
"How the fuck is that even possible ?" Leon asked with a serious expression as he raised the nyxter once again in order to end it but before he could've landed the hit, Mikael's body moved rapidly to the side.
"Billi-taash of the Deadman's Spell." Rees spoke as he looked at the moving headless corpse.
"What's that ?" Leon asked with a confused expression.
"It's a forbidden spell that can be used on chimeras and demons, since they have good regeneration abilities and more than one hearts.
If the head of the host is removed from the body... The body goes into a reflexive state, where the primary target of the body is to get back to safety and rejoin the head to itself." Rees explained in a hurry.
As soon as Leon turned to look at the body again, he noticed that it wasn't there and neither was the head.
"Fucking hell..." Leon spoke with a serious expression.
"Should I cast a scanning spell to find the body, Sir ?" Rees asked.
'I can find it if I want with 'Compass Of Heart' but for now I have to absorb that core. I used everything I had up my sleeve in order to kill him and yet he survived.
Ordanto's watch will take around 24 hours to recharge once again and I have to give all of my mana to it while it recharges. I have to get stronger fast.' Leon thought as he immediately sheathed the nyxter.
"Let's go." Leon replied as he started walking deeper into the forest.
"Yes." Rees replied as he started following Leon.
30 minutes later...
Both of them came to a halt and looked around.
"This place is good..." Leon spoke as he sat down on the ground in lotus position.
He then took out the Gillian Hound's core from his inventory and ate it without thinking twice.
*Nom-Nom*
"Hmm... Tastes like blue berry." Leon spoke in a low voice as he closed his eyes and started focusing in order to control his bloodlust.
But as soon as he closed his eyes... A tingling sensation started crawling throughout his whole body.
His heart started beating faster and faster as all the veins in his body started to pop up.
"This can't be good..." Rees spoke in a low voice as he immediately casted a very strong defensive dome around Leon.
'Fuck... Fuck... It hurts... IT HURTS LIKE HELLLLL...' Leon shouted in his mind but kept his mouth closed, keeping his concentration on one point in order to take his mind off of the pain but it didn't work.
Suddenly, blood started flowing out of his hands, eyes, mouth and ears.
"Sir, Leon... You have to stop this is not-" Rees started speaking as he walked inside the protection barrier and tried to stop Leon but as soon as Rees' hand touch Leon's shoulder...
*Grab*
*Crack*
"Shit-" Rees cursed as he instinctively tried to pull back.
*Crack*
The sound didn't stop.
Bone fragments grinded against each other inside Leon's fist as Rees' hand was crushed mercilessly. Blood leaked out between Leon's fingers, dripping onto the dirt below.
Leon's expression twisted grotesquely. His brows furrowed, his jaw clenched so hard it looked like his teeth might shatter. Every muscle in his body trembled as if on the verge of tearing itself apart.
'It hurts like hell... no—worse than hell,' Leon thought, his consciousness wavering.
'It's like my body is being thrown into a fucking grinder again and again. It stops for a moment... just long enough to give me hope... and then it starts all over again.'
His breathing grew uneven.
'Thousands of needles... no—millions—piercing every part of my body at once. Inside my bones. Inside my veins. Fuck... how long do I have to endure this!?'
Rees staggered back, clutching the ruined remains of his hand, his expression pale despite his undead body.
'I don't think Master Leon will be able to successfully absorb all the power of that core,' Rees thought grimly as he forced himself to sit on the stump of a fallen tree nearby.
'But... if he somehow does... then nothing in this world will be able to stop him after this.'
Six hours passed and night passed...
"Hm...?" Rees slowly lifted his head.
A thin ray of sunlight pierced through the canopy of the forest, illuminating the ground in a soft golden hue.
'It's morning already...' His hollow gaze returned to Leon.
Leon was still seated on the ground, completely motionless.
Dried blood crusted his face, neck, and arms. His skin looked scorched, almost cooked, as if intense heat had been sealed beneath it. With every slow breath he took, white-hot steam poured out of his mouth and nostrils.
Shhhhhhh...
Fuuuuuu....
His chest rose and fell sluggishly. Sweat gathered across his body in thick layers, dripping down like condensation on burning metal.
'A normal human would've been dead long ago...' Rees thought, his voice heavy.
'How strong is Sir Leon's will... to endure such agony for so long without losing himself?'
Crack—Crack—Crack—Crack
Suddenly, the sound of breaking echoed through the clearing.
Rees' eyes widened.
Leon's skin began to ripple unnaturally, as if something beneath it was shifting and rearranging itself.
"What the- !?" Rees jumped back to his feet.
Crack—Crack—Crack—Crack
Leon's eyes snapped open.
They were completely bloodshot.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
His scream tore through the forest like a dying beast's howl. The pain returned all at once, magnified beyond comprehension. Bones shattered inside his body one after another, twisting and snapping as if an invisible force was tearing him apart from within.
His limbs bent at impossible angles. His body convulsed violently, as though possessed by something monstrous.
"T-The final phase...!" Rees shouted, panic bleeding into his voice.
"It's the final phase! SIR LEON—THIS IS THE LAST PHASE OF THE ABSORPTION! YOUR BODY IS RECONSTRUCTING ITS SKELETAL STRUCTURE! YOU HAVE TO SURVIVE THROUGH IT!"
CRACK—CRACK—CRACK—CRACK—CRACK—CRACK—CRACK
"IT HURTS LIKE HEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL—!!!" Leon screamed.
"IT HURTS—IT FUCKING HURTS—!!!"
Larger bones snapped violently. His legs twisted with sickening sounds.
Rees clenched his fists.
'He won't survive like this...'
'Water. I need water—now.'
He slammed his wand into the ground.
Mana spread outward in invisible waves.
"Fuck..." Rees muttered. "No river nearby..."
Gritting his teeth, he poured more mana into the spell.
"I'll extend the range to the maximum."
It didn't take long.
Ten kilometers away—a river.
"There."
"Alzeris Vom... Julan Revio... Telekenris... Roka."
Thud
The spell activated.
Leon's broken, convulsing body slowly lifted into the air.
'The heat inside him is rising too fast,' Rees thought urgently.
'If I don't get him into water immediately... his body will explode.'
He quickly shoved his wand aside and pulled a piece of paper from within his robe. Dense runes covered its surface, an emergency spell.
"I'm sorry, Medina..." Rees whispered.
"But this is an emergency."
"Olmar Ilon Yumol Loruo... Des Tele Froun Porte."
Thud
The moment he struck the ground with his wand, all the mana inside his body was violently drained.
Both of them vanished.
...
Ten kilometers away...
Swish
Leon and Rees reappeared in front of a massive river connected to a towering, majestic waterfall.
Using the very last drop of mana in his body, Rees guided Leon over the river.
The spell collapsed.
SPLASH
Leon's body crashed into the water.
His screams stopped instantly.
Thud
Rees' body suddenly stiffened.
He fell face-first onto the ground like a discarded doll.
'Shit...'
'All my mana is gone... Those two spells took everything...'
'It's fine... the necro-heart will regenerate some mana soon and I'll be able to'
Shush
His thoughts froze.
'What... was that?'
Sniff—Sniff
'It's near my legs...'
Sniff—Sniff—Sniff
The sound grew closer.
Rees' hollow eyes slowly shifted upward as a massive shadow loomed over him.
"Gaww...?"
A monstrous creature stared down at him.
A Rexian Bear.
Sixteen feet tall. Ten feet wide.
Two massive heads.
One head sniffed Rees' bony body.
The other sniffed toward the river.
Its scarred head was covered in deep cuts and old woundsmarks of countless battles it had survived.
'No... no no no...' Rees' mind screamed.
'Not one of these... Why does it have to be a Rexian Bear?'
'If winter had lasted even one day longer... this wouldn't have happened.'
'It has to be the lord of this area who just awakened from it's winter sleep.'
'A Rexian Bear is as strong as a small dragon. They can kill ogre chiefs in single combat. Their skin is tougher than metal, and their jaws can crush a Vulmort Tortoise's shell easily.'
'And after winter sleep... their senses are heightened enough to smell blood from kilometers away-'
"Gaww..."
The second head suddenly turned toward the river.
Then it moved.
'No—!'
'Sir Leon—!'
Rees desperately tried to move, forcing every last fragment of mana in his body to respond.
'I have to stand... I have to-!'
But his body didn't move.
*Splash*
The Rexian Bear stepped into the river.
Moments later, it found Leon.
Grab
The beast clamped its jaws around Leon's unconscious body.
And dragged him away into the forest.
Ten long minutes passed as Rees lay on the cold ground, staring blankly at the sky with his body completely immobile.
Then—
Something stirred.
"...I can move," Rees muttered in disbelief.
Mana slowly returned to his bones. He clenched his bony fingers, then forced himself upright.
"Sir Leon..." His voice trembled. "I have to find Sir Leon."
His gaze dropped to the ground.
Large, deep footprints were carved into the earth.
"The tracks of that Rexian Bear."
Without wasting another second, Rees followed them.
After barely three minutes of hurried walking, the air grew thick with a metallic stench.
A trail of blood stretched ahead, leading straight into a massive cave carved into the rock.
It was as if Leon was struggling to run out of the cave and the bear dragged him back inside.
"Oh no..." Rees whispered.
He stepped inside the cave and started walking forward.
*Step-step-step-step-step*
Each footfall echoed ominously through the darkness. His grip on his wand tightened as a single thought repeated endlessly in his mind.
'Please don't be dead... Please don't be dead... Sir Leon... you're stronger than this.'
*Thud*
Suddenly, his leg struck something large.
At first, it felt like a stone. But it was... softer than a stone.
"I should have enough mana now..." Rees muttered. "Illuminate."
A small sphere of pale light bloomed into existence right over his wand.
The moment it lit the ground—
Rees staggered back two full steps.
"H-How is that...?"
What his leg had struck wasn't a rock. It was one of the Rexian Bear's heads.
Severed in a very rough manner.
Its massive jaw was shattered, teeth broken and scattered across the cave floor. It was as if something or someone grabbed it's upper and lower jaw and tore them open.
"What the hell happened here...?" Rees whispered in low tone.
But ignoring the head with so many questions in his head, he moved deeper into the cave.
Blood coated the walls. Deep gouges tore through the ground. Signs of violent struggle were everywhere, but the claw marks and impact dents were massive.
Too massive.
"These... these aren't Sir Leon's marks..." Rees realized. "They're the bear's marks..."
His pace quickened.
*Splash*
His foot suddenly sank into a shallow pit that was filled with warm water.
"Hm ?"
Rees looked down using the light ball and...
It wasn't water.
It was red-hot blood, still steaming faintly.
"Rees..." A calm voice echoed from deeper within the cave. "Is that you?"
"Y-Yes, sir Leon!" Rees replied instantly. "Where are y-"
He raised the light orb higher and froze.
Before him lay the corpse of the giant Rexian Bear.
Its second head had also been torn off. Its jaw was completely destroyed just like the first one. Its massive body was twisted unnaturally, ribs caved in as if crushed by overwhelming force, back bone was molded down into it's ribs.
And sitting atop it's corpse was...
Leon.
Completely drenched in it's blood.
His eyes glowed a vivid crimson, sharp and merciless.
A terrifying bloodlust poured out from his body, so dense that even Rees, an undead, felt fear claw at his Necro-heart.
"S-Sir Leon..." Rees dropped to one knee immediately and bowed.
*Thud*
Leon jumped down from the corpse and landed right beside him. His long black hair fell messily over his blood-smeared face.
"Care to explain," Leon asked calmly, "why I woke up inside that thing's mouth..."
His gaze shifted briefly to Rees' arm.
"...and why you're missing a fucking hand ?"
"Y-Yes, sir," Rees replied quickly.
As they walked out of the cave, Rees explained everything...every spell, every decision, every desperate gamble he had made in the past hour to save Leon's life.
...
Ten minutes later,
"I understand," Leon said. "You did well, Rees."
He paused.
"And... we'll deal with your hand soon. I will find a corpse for you to get a new hand from."
Then he glanced at himself.
"But first... I want to take a shower."
Leon suddenly bent down, placing both hands against the ground.
Rees blinked. "Sir... why are you...?"
Hup
Before he could've completed his question, Leon vanished upward.
Not a leap. A powerful launch.
He soared over fifty meters and plunged straight into the river below.
*SPLASH*
"...Wow," Rees muttered, stunned, as he started walking toward the riverbank.
...
*Splash*
After washing the blood from his body, Leon stepped out of the river.
His physique had changed.
Lean—yet far more muscular. Every movement carried quiet, terrifying power.
Rees was already waiting for him outside.
"Rees," Leon said with a neutral expression. "We're going home."
"Y-Yes, sir," Rees replied, following behind.
Leon glanced down at his shirt, still stained red with blood. Without hesitation, he removed it and tossed it aside.
They walked on for the next five kilometres without speaking anything.
Then suddenly,
*Halt*
Leon stopped.
"S-Something wrong, sir ?" Rees asked with a confused expression.
*Swish*
*Catch*
Leon raised his hand instantly, catching something mid-air without even looking at it.
Rees turned sharply in order to look for the thrower.
"There's nothing..."
Leon opened his palm.
A thin needle rested there, coated in green liquid.
[Name: Blue Moringo's Needle]
[Rank: B]
[Description: A projectile fired from a Blue Moringo's tail. Coated with lethal poison capable of killing a target within seconds.]
Leon slowly turned toward the trees.
His eyes glowed red and a vicious smile appeared over his lips.
'The bloodlust...' Rees thought.
'It's increasing. Even the mana around him is twisting. What the hell did that core do to him ?'
Red dots appeared across the trees that surrounded them.
*Swish—Swish—Swish*
Three more needles shot toward Leon with high speed.
He tilted his head...
'right... right... left.'
All needles missed him.
"Instant Kill," Leon murmured.
[All targets are killable!!]
"Kill."
His eyes turned pitch black.
Steelweb armor surged across his body and covered him in a black armour.
*Swish*
And then he vanished.
"Uhhuh...?"
"Uwhuhuhu...?"
The Blue Moringos—green, monkey-like beasts with long, needle-tails got confused as soon as Leon disappeared from their vision.
A shadow appeared behind one of them, the one who fired needles at him in the first place.
"Searching for me...?"
"Kwehh—!"
Leon grabbed its head and twisted. It was so fast and so brutal, almost monstrous to look at.
Once.
Twice.
*Crack—Crack*
*Thud*
The corpse hit the ground.
The other moringos understood immediately as their eyes widened and fur started to stand up in fear.
"Anyone else want to die ?" Leon asked calmly, his crimson eyes locking onto them.
"Huhuhuhuhu...!"
"Huhuhuhuhuhuuu...!"
They fled instantly, leaping from branch to branch without looking back.
"Good," Leon said. "I didn't want blood stains on me again."
He disappeared—
—and reappeared in front of Rees.
"Let's go."
After walking for a while, Leon and Rees walked out of the thick forest and sunlight fully covered their bodies.
"This forest looks much better in sunlight..." Leon spoke with a neutral expression as he looked at the brightly shining leafs.
"Sir Leon... How are you feeling ?" Rees asked in a hesitated voice.
"Well, I am feeling really pumped up and once I get back to the Dungeon. I will be fucking every single girl that lives inside it." Leon replied with a smirk.
"No... I meant your bloodlust, do you feel to kill someone right now ? Like-"
"Hmm... How should I say this. It feels a lot different, bloodlust feels like a different emotion for me now... It's like whenever I feel like I am in danger, my bloodlust wakes up.
Like that bear that I killed... When I woke up in it's maw, I knew that he was about to kill me and suddenly... All I wanted is to kill it, no matter how I needed to do it, but I wanted to kill it and then I did.
I grabbed his head and pulled it off with my bare fucking hands...." Leon explained with a smile.
'Hmm... So sir Leon knows how to control his bloodlust that's a good sign but killing a Rexian bear with bare hands. How much has physical strength grown ?' Rees thought.
"Hahaha and then I killed that one horned rabbit with my bow."
"Really ?"
"Yes and I got like 30 coppers for it's body parts."
Suddenly, Leon heard some adventurers coming towards their direction.
"What happened, Sir ?" Rees asked.
Without speaking anything, Leon grabbed Rees and jumped onto the branch of a nearby tree.
"What happened after that ?"
"Nothing... I just went home and had a really good meal."
"Hahaha..."
Suddenly, two adventurers one male and one female, walked past the tree on which Leon and Rees were sitting.
'Hmm... The forest will become active again with adventurers meaning there will be more chances of them finding the dungeon.
I have to do something so that they can't find it that easily.' Leon thought as he immediately jumped down from the tree with Rees.
Both of them started walking forward and only after walking for about thirty minutes, they reached on the dungeon's front gate.
*Swish-Swish*
Fruela and Dusk appeared in front of them and immediately went down on their knees.
'We greet our master.' both of them spoke in unison.
"Hello, Dusk... Fruela." Leon spoke with a smile.
"Master, we have been searching for you for the past ten hours." Dusk replied with a worried expression as he looked at Leon.
"Ah... Right, I didn't inform you about that. No problem I am still alive... Let's go inside." Leon spoke with a smile.
*Creaaak*
The dungeon's gate opened up automatically and Leon entered inside first, Rees entered after him.
Dusk and Fruela followed after them.
After reaching on the first floor, Leon noticed kai working on a big piece of wood.
"Kai... What are you doing here so early ?" Leon asked with a confused expression.
"Ah... Sir Leon, nothing... I had this idea that I am trying to create. I am trying to create a fancy wooden throne for you, but I want to make it unique... So unique that no one can compare to it's beauty." Kai replied with a smile.
"I like that idea but drop it for now... I will be needing around two thousand wooden beads by noon. Do you understand ?" Leon asked with a neutral expression.
"Two thousand wooden beads !?" Kai asked with a shocked expression.
"What ? Can't you make them ?"
"I can... But, I have to start immediately in order to fin-"
"Then start fast." Leon ordered with an authoritative tone.
"Y-Yes." Kai replied as he immediately started to carve out chunks of wood from the big wood log.
"Good... Now, Dusk go bring me the hand of a human." Leon ordered.
"A human hand ? Should I get it from a grave master or should I bring it from an alive person ?" Dusk asked with a confused expression.
"Ask Rees... He will tell you. Fruela come with me to the fourth floor, I have something I want to talk to you about." Leon spoke as he placed his hand over Fruela's shoulder and both of them disappeared immediately.
*Swish*
Fourth floor...
Leon and Fruela appeared on the fourth floor and without wasting another second, Fruela turned to look at Leon.
"Master what is-" Before she could've completed her sentence, Leon wrapped his hand around her waist and pinned her to the wall behind her.
*Thud*
*Snifffff*
Leon placed his lips over her neck and sniffed it slowly.
As soon as Fruela understood what was happening, her face had turned completely red.
"You smell so... Good." Leon spoke with a perverted smile as he looked at Fruela.
As soon as she saw the predatory smile on Leon's face, her heartbeat increased.
"I-I-I d-do ?" Fruela asked with a very embarrassed and flustered expression as her body started to heat up immediately and her heart started to beat even faster.
"Yes..." Leon replied as he immediately sealed her lips in between his lips.
*Chuuuuu*
As soon as Leon kissed Fruela, her toes curled inside and mind stopped working completely. She never felt something like this in her whole life and it felt good.
'Wha-What is happening to me ? I-I feel vulnerable but safe at the same time. I-I want master to keep kissing my lips... It's as if, I am getting blessed by gods.' Fruela thought as she tried to move her hands but Leon grabbed both of her hands and pinned them to the wall with his left hand.
Leon continued to kiss her for the next three minutes, he sucked on her lips slowly, inserted his tongue inside her mouth and dominated over her tongue.
He then pulled his lips away from Fruela's face and noticed that she was too embarrassed to even look him in the eye.
Leon slowly placed his fingers on her chin and lifted her face, only to notice tears coming out of her eyes.
"I-I am sorry Master... I-I don't know why I am crying but i-"
"Is this your first kiss ?" Leon asked with a smile.
"Y-Yes..." Fruela replied as she looked away once again.
"Fruela..." Leon spoke in a low but dangerously seductive voice as his mouth got really close to her ear.
"Y-Y-Yes m-master ?" Fruela asked as she closed her eyes and felt her pre-cum leaking inside her panties.
"... I am going to fuck you and take your virginity. You understand ?"
"P-Please use me as you see fit... M-Master."
Fourth floor...
*Chuuu... Chuuu... Chuuuu...*
Fruela's back slammed hard against the rough stone wall, wrists crushed above her head in Leon's iron grip. His mouth fucked hers slow and nasty... tongue shoving deep, then pulling back to suck her fat lower lip like he owned it. He bit down, tugged it out until it stretched obscene and pink, then let it snap back with a wet smack. Over and over, like he was training her mouth to take whatever he gave.
His other hand was already on her tit, grinding the hard nipple through her top with rough circles. Every twist made her thighs jerk, pussy clenching on nothing as more slick cunt-juice leaked out. The crotch of her brown pants was soaked through now... dark, shameful stains spreading wide, the sharp smell of her dripping pre-cum thick in the air.
"Anhhh~... Anhh~..." she whined into his mouth, voice cracking every time he yanked her lip or pinched that stiff little bud.
Leon wasn't waiting anymore. He grabbed the front of her top with one fist and ripped.
*Teeeeaaarrr!*
Fabric shredded like it was nothing, her tits bouncing free... although they weren't really big but they were perfect handfuls, round and firm, nipples dark and begging. He dropped her wrists and clamped both hands on them, squeezing hard.
*Squeeze... Squeeze...*
Her flesh bulged between his fingers. A filthy wave of pleasure punched through her; eyes rolled back, tongue lolling as drool slipped from the corner of her open mouth.
"Anhhhh~! Anhhhh~! not my tits~... Masterrrr~!" she wailed, thighs spasming, fresh pussy-slime gushing down her legs, soaking the inside of her pants even worse.
Leon grinned like a demon, thumbs digging into her stiff nipples, rolling them cruelly.
"Elis..." Leon growled low, voice thick with lust as his fingers kept mauling Fruela's silky tits, twisting those stiff nipples until she whimpered like a needy whore.
"Anhhh~ Masster~"
*Swish*
"Yes, Master?" Elis materialized right behind him like a ghost, dropping into a deep bow, her face blank as ever.
"Make a bed for us," Leon ordered with a filthy grin, never stopping the rough squeeze on Fruela's leaking udders.
"Yes, Master." Elis snapped her fingers without a flicker of emotion. The stone floor rumbled, and a thick slab bed erupted from the ground—cold, hard rock.
"Would you like me to get a mattress on that bed, Master?" she asked, voice flat, eyes empty.
Leon turned his perverted stare to Fruela, thumbs grinding her nipples in slow, cruel circles. "Are we going to need a mattress, Fruela? Or you planning to get fucked raw on cold stone like the dirty little slut you are ?"
"M-Master~" Fruela whined, face burning crimson, eyes glassy with shame and heat as she squirmed against the wall.
"Didn't hear you me, DARLING," Leon snarled, suddenly clamping down hard—pinching both nipples viciously between his fingers and twisting.
*Twist-Twist*
"YESSSSSSSS~!" Fruela screamed, back bowing like a bowstring, neck snapping forward as her whole body convulsed.
Her greedy cunt spasmed hard, squirting like a broken faucet.
*SQUIRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT*
Hot pussy-juice sprayed down her thighs in thick ropes, splattering the floor, soaking her pants even more as she came like a shameless whore just from having her tits abused.
"Good girl," Leon said coolly, wiping a smirk across his face. "Bring the mattress, Elis."
"As you command, Master." Elis didn't blink. With another snap, a thick, plush mattress appeared ripped straight from some other floor and dropped perfectly onto the stone slab.
The second it settled, Leon hooked every finger into the waistband of Fruela's soaked pants and panties.
One brutal yank downward.
*Swish*
The drenched fabric peeled off her hips, dragging strings of sticky cum with it until it bunched at her ankles. Instantly, the air filled with a thick, nasty stench, raw pussy sweat, days of bottled-up lust, and gallons of fresh slut-juice all mixed into one heavy, musky cloud.
"Fuck... that's one sweet smelling little cunt you got," Leon laughed darkly, twisting his grin wider as he shoved his face straight between her trembling thighs.
He buried his nose right against her swollen, dripping folds and inhaled deep, rubbing it up and down her sloppy slit like a dog in heat, smearing her filthy juices all over his face while she shuddered and moaned above him.
"ANNHHHH~ MASTERRR~ NOT THE-THEREEEE~ ANHHHH~ IT'S NOT A GOOOOD PLACEEEE TO LICCKKKKKKK~ ANHHHHHHHH~!"
Fruela's screams echoed off the stone walls, raw and desperate, as Leon dragged his nose up and down her sloppy, swollen cunt. He curled it right against her throbbing clit, rubbing hard, smearing her thick pussy-slime all over his face while she bucked and wailed like a bitch getting bred.
Elis stood silently behind them, eyes locked on the scene—watching Leon's tongue flick out to taste the mess dripping from Fruela's hole, like she was studying some experiment.
"Hmm...?" Leon finally pulled his soaked face from between those trembling thighs, strings of cum stretching from his nose to her puffy folds. He glanced back at Elis, brow raised. "Something wrong?"
"Nothing, Master," Elis answered, voice flat as ever. "Would you like me to leave?"
"Yes," Leon replied, no hesitation.
"As you command, master."
*Swish*
Elis vanished instantly, leaving nothing but the thick stink of Fruela's dripping cunt hanging in the room.
Leon turned back, his grin pure filth as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Good. Now it's just us... Time to throw you on that bed and show you what real pussy-eating feels like, you nasty little slut."
Without warning, he scooped her up, right hand splayed across her bare back, left cradling her neck... hoisting her naked, shaking body into a princess carry like she weighed nothing.
Fruela kicked weakly, her soaked pants and panties finally slipping off her ankles and hitting the floor with a wet slap. She stared up at him, face burning red, eyes watery with shame and raw lust.
"There you go," Leon growled, voice dripping with hunger as he hurled her.
*Thud*
She landed on the mattress with a bounce, tits jiggling, legs splaying open for a split second before she squealed and tried to close them.
Too late.
Leon was already on her, kneeling between her thighs, rough hands clamping down on her knees and wrenching them apart like he was splitting open a ripe fruit.
"Masterrr noooo~" Fruela whimpered, slapping both hands over her flushed face, peeking through trembling fingers. But her legs stayed wide open exposing every inch of her glistening, swollen pussy. Pink folds dripping, dark inner lips slick and parted, clit fat and begging, all coated in thick layers of her own filthy cum.
Leon didn't say a word.
He just dove in.
His face smashed straight into her crotch, mouth latching onto her soaked cunt like a starving animal. Tongue dragged slow and heavy up her slit, scooping up her nasty juices before swirling around her clit sucking it hard, flicking it fast, devouring her like she was dripping chocolate ice cream on a hot day.
*Lick-Lick-Lick-Lick-Lick-Lick-Lick*
As soon as Fruela felt her pussy and clit getting licked by Leon's tongue her eyes rolled all the way back, hands stretched in and back arched like a bow.
"ANHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... MASSSSTERRRR~ CUMMMMINGGGGGGGGGG~"
*Lick-Lick-Lick-Lick-Lick-Lick-Lick*
Leon's tongue attacked Fruela's dripping cunt like a feral beast, lapping up her thick, sticky juices in long, sloppy strokes. He dragged the flat of his tongue from her leaking hole all the way up to her swollen clit, flicking the sensitive nub hard before sucking it in between his lips, pulling, teasing, devouring her like she was his last woman.
"Anhhhhh~ Anhhhhhhhhh~ Masterrrrrrr~!" Fruela moaned helplessly, thighs clamping tight around his head, trying to trap him in her soaked pussy as her hips bucked wildly against his face.
But Leon wasn't done playing nice. He shoved his tongue straight inside her greedy pussy—deep, hot, twisting it like a corkscrew, curling it against her spongy walls, scooping out more of her filthy cream.
The second that his tongue started swirling inside her, Fruela's eyes rolled back completely white. Her legs locked iron-tight around his skull, ass lifting off the mattress as she thrashed like she'd been hit with raw electricity. Her whole body spasmed, cunt clenching hard around his invading tongue.
"MASSSTERRRRRR~!"
A massive gush of hot cum exploded out of her, flooding Leon's mouth and splashing across his face in thick, messy ropes. Her pussy kept squirting in violent pulses, drenching his chin, cheeks, and hair while she screamed herself hoarse.
Leon finally pulled back, his face glistening with her juices, grinning like a demon. He licked his lips slow, savoring her taste.
"You're one filthy little slut... Came twice already and your Master hasn't even busted a nut yet."
Without another word, he yanked his pants down. His thick, veiny cock sprang free—rock-hard, throbbing, already drooling fat beads of pre-cum from the swollen tip.
*Slap-Slap-Slap!*
He smacked the heavy dick across Fruela's flushed face, once, twice, three times—leaving shiny streaks of pre-cum smeared over her cheeks, lips, and nose. The raw, musky stench of his cock hit her like a drug, flooding her senses. Her pussy clenched hard again, fresh slick dripping down her ass crack as another wave of desperate pleasure slammed through her brain.
"Haah~ M-Masterr~" Fruela whimpered, voice wrecked and needy. She couldn't help it—her tongue darted out, lapping greedily at his heavy, sweat-slick balls like a starving whore, sucking one into her mouth, rolling it on her tongue.
Leon chuckled darkly. "You've already cum twice like a greedy bitch, and I haven't even pulled my dick out yet... Isn't that fucking rude, love?"
*Slap-Slap!*
He tapped his leaking cockhead against her forehead again, smearing more pre-cum over her skin.
"I-I'm sorry, M-Master~" Fruela whined, forcing her tongue back, though her eyes stayed glued to the pulsing shaft hovering over her face.
"Do you really want my forgiveness?" Leon asked, voice low and dangerous, a twisted smile spreading as a filthy idea bloomed in his mind.
"Y-Yes, Masterr~ I-I want it..." Fruela breathed, dazed, practically drooling at the sight of his cock.
"Well then... let's play a little game." He tapped his dick against her forehead again, slow and deliberate. "I'll forgive you if you can keep that slutty tongue of yours from touching my cock. That's it. One simple rule."
Fruela blinked, confused, lips parted.
"But if you lose..." Leon leaned in close, his voice a perverted growl, "...I'm gonna fuck your throat-pussy raw and use it like the disposable cum-dump it is."
He barely finished the sentence before Fruela lunged—mouth wide, her tongue already wrapping around his shaft, sucking him down like a desperate cock-sleeve.
*Gluck-Gluck-Gluck*
Leon threw his head back and laughed. "Wow... you really don't know how to play games, do you, you perverted little bitch?"
"M-Masterrr..." Fruela pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit and pre-cum connecting her lips to his glistening cock. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, tongue rolling out, eyes glassy with submission. "Please... use my mouth-pussy however you want. Fuck it as much as you need... I'm yours to use masterrrr~..."
'Hmm... Looks like that core really increased my charisma.' Leon thought with a smile.
"Heh." Leon's grin turned downright sadistic. "What a depraved little whore you turned out to be. Fine. Since you lost so fucking fast... time for punishment."
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her head forward, and rammed his thick cock straight down her throat in one brutal thrust.
*GLUCK!*
Her eyes watered instantly, throat bulging around his girth as he buried himself balls-deep. No warm-up, no mercy—just pure, savage face-fucking. He started pistoning hard, using her mouth like a tight, wet fleshlight, hips snapping forward while drool and pre-cum bubbled out around his shaft, dripping down her chin and onto her heaving tits.
Fruela continued to let Leon use her throat as much as he wanted and however he wanted.
*GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK*
Leon continued to fuck her throat for the next 30 minutes and he wasn't showing any mercy to either her throat or her mouth.
...
30 minutes later...
*GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK*
"Oh fuck... I am cumming... Don't let anything spill out... Gulp every last drop." Leon spoke as he closed his eyes grabbed Fruela's head tight and unloaded a thick load of white semen directly into her throat.
*SQUIRT-SQUIRT*
'Oh my god... So much semen is going directly into my stomach and it feels so goood~' Fruela thought with a neutral expression as she continued to gulp down Leon's cum.
*Gulp-Gulp-Gulp-Gulp*
After completing his first shot, Leon finally pulled his dick out of Fruela's mouth.
*Pop*
A thick rope of cum was attached to his dick and Fruela's mouth.
Leon slowly brought his dick closer to her mouth once again and spoke with a smile, "How about you clean it for me, love ?"
"Y-Yes, Master." Fruela replied with an obedient expression as she immediately licked the top of Leon's dick and sucked out the left over cum out of his urethra.
"Very good... Now, how about you show me your real pussy and I will-" Before Leon could've completed his sentence, Fruela turned around and went down on all fours, revealing her pussy for Leon to fuck.
'Wow... She is one obident slut.' Leon thought with a perverted grin as he immediately grabbed both of her ass cheeks and slapped them tightly.
*SLAP-SLAP*
"ANHHHHHH~"
*SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP*
The wet, filthy sound of flesh smacking flesh filled the entire floor—Leon's thick cock pistoning in and out of Fruela's greedy, sopping pussy like a machine built to fuck.
"Anh~ Anhhh~ Anhhhh~ ANHHHH~ MASSTERRRR~ YESSSS~ MOREEEEEEE~ PLEASEEEEEEEEE~!"
Fruela screamed like a bitch in heat, nails clawing deep into the mattress, tearing the fabric as her legs jerked and spasmed around his hips. Every brutal thrust slammed her cervix, stretching her tight pussy's walls wide, forcing obscene amounts of her creamy cum to gush out around his dick and drip in thick ropes down her ass crack onto the sheets.
*SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP*
"Anhhhh~ Anhhhh~ Anhhhhh~ Masterrrrrrr~ you're gonna break my pussy~ ANHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~ MY PUSSY IS GOING TO BREAKKKKK~!" she wailed, voice cracking, shoulders collapsing back onto the mattress as her body surrendered completely to Leon's dick.
But Leon was already lost in a savage, beast-like frenzy. Her words didn't even register in his mind. All he heard was the wet squelch of her cunt swallowing him whole, the desperate slap of his heavy balls against her soaked ass.
Without warning, he clamped both hands around her slim waist and flipped her in one violent motio, his cock never leaving her gripping hole.
*Swish*
*Thud!*
Fruela's back hit the mattress hard, tits bouncing wildly from the impact. Before she could even suck in a breath to scream again, Leon crashed his mouth down on hers, sealing her lips in a bruising, tongue-fucking kiss.
*Chuuuuuu*
He swallowed every muffled moan that tried to escape, dominating her tongue, forcing it to dance with his tongue while his hips never slowed—still pounding her sloppy, ruined pussy without mercy, beast like rhythm. The bed creaked dangerously under the force, headboard slamming against the stone wall in time with every savage thrust.
His rough palms found her heaving tits again, squeezing them hard enough to make the soft flesh bulge between his fingers. Thumbs and forefingers captured her stiff, dark nipples—pinching, twisting, pulling—sending fresh electric shocks straight to her overstimulated clit.
Fruela's eyes rolled back behind fluttering lids, drool leaking from the corners of her mouth as Leon fucked her senseless from both ends. Her cunt clenched violently around his pistoning cock, milking him like it was trying to drain every last drop, while her muffled screams vibrated into his mouth.
He broke the kiss just enough to growl against her swollen lips, voice dark and dripping with lust.
"I am gonna fuck your pussy with no mercy... Do you have any fucking problem with that?"
The words barely left Leon's lips before Fruela's brain short-circuited. No hesitation, no shame—just raw, dripping lust covered her mind and she spoke without thinking anything.
"Yes, Masterrrre~ please don't show me any mercy... I'm your filthy cum-dump, use me however you wanttt—ANHHHHHHHHHH~!"
Her voice cracked into a shameless wail as Leon's hands clamped around her slim waist like steel vices. He hoisted her up effortlessly, treating her like a weightless fucktoy. Fruela's trembling legs snapped around his hips on instinct, ankles locking behind his back while her arms clung to his shoulders for dear life.
Her eyes fluttered, threatening to roll shut from exhaustion, but every savage upward thrust into her sopping cunt jolted her awake again—cock spearing her deepest walls, bullying her cervix, forcing fresh screams from her throat.
Leon didn't slow. Didn't stop. Didn't give a single fuck about her limits.
For the next two straight hours he railed her without mercy—standing, carrying her, slamming her against walls, bending her over the edge of the bed, then back to pounding her mid-air like a possessed animal. Sweat poured off both of them. The mattress was soaked. The air reeked of sex—thick, musky, obscene.
...
Two hours later.
*SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP*
Fruela was flipped upside-down now—face mashed into the ruined sheets, ass high in the air, legs splayed wide like a broken doll. Her expression was pure, wrecked ahegao, tongue lolling out, eyes crossed and rolled back white, drool pooling beneath her cheek while thick globs of cum leaked from her ruined pussy and dripped obscenely down her stomach toward her heaving tits.
"ANHHHHHH~ ANHHHHH~ ANHHHHH~ ANHHHHH~ ANHHHHHH~ ANHHHHHHHHHH~!"
Her screams were deafening—raw, animalistic, echoing through the tower floors like a siren call of depravity.
Leon fucked her like he was trying to break her in half. His thick cock pistoned in and out of her gaping, creamy cunt with zero restraint—balls swollen and heavy, smacking wetly against her swollen pussy lips with every brutal plunge. The wet squelching sounds were filthy, rhythmic, unstoppable.
"Fuck... I'm cumming," Leon snarled, face twisted in dark pleasure.
He clamped both hands around her waist again, yanked her down hard, and slammed her entire body flat against the mattress.
*Thud!*
Before she could even gasp, his mouth crashed over hers—sealing her lips in a messy, tongue-fucking kiss that swallowed every scream.
"MNHHHHHHHHH~ MMNNHHHHHHHH~!"
Fruela moaned into his mouth, body convulsing as she felt his cock swell impossibly thicker inside her stretched pussy. The veins pulsed. The head flared.
Then it erupted.
*Squirt—Squirt—Squirt—*
Rope after thick, scalding rope of heavy white cum blasted straight into her womb—flooding her, painting her insides with molten heat. Leon kept pumping, slow and deep now, milking every last drop into her greedy cunt while she spasmed beneath him.
'Oh my god... Master's cumming so much... so so much inside my pussy... and I'm cumming again... at the same time... Why does it feel this good? His lips... his cum... it's so warm... so perfect...'
Fruela's thoughts melted into white-hot bliss. Her eyes rolled completely white. Her whole body shuddered in wholesome, brain-breaking ecstasy as another violent squirt ripped from her overstuffed cunt-cum and thick seed gushing out around his buried cock in messy, creamy rivers, soaking the sheets, her thighs, his balls.
Leon finally broke the kiss, panting against her swollen lips, still buried balls-deep inside her pulsing, cum-filled hole.
"Good girl," he growled, voice rough and satisfied. "Look at you... stuffed so full of Master's load you're leaking like a broken whore."
He gave one last lazy thrust, pushing more of his seed deeper, making her whimper and twitch.
"Now... let's see how many more loads this greedy little cum-dump can take before you pass-"
*Swish*
Suddenly Elis re-appeared inside the room.
"Master there is someone from the Royal court standing outside the dungeon to meet you." Elis spoke as he she went down on her knees.
"What the fuck ?"
-x-X-x-
Outside the dungeon's massive iron gates, shrouded in the cold midnight mist, stood Dredis Valford.
Clad head to toe in pitch-black assassin garb that seemed to drink the moonlight itself, he waited with the stillness of a shadow. Only the faint plume of his breath betrayed that he was alive at all.
"How long do I have to wait here in front of this damn—"
The sentence died in his throat.
A razor-cold sensation kissed the nape of his neck.
Dredis's pupils shrank to pinpricks.
'H-How is that even possible...?'
No sound. No footsteps. No fluctuation of mana. Nothing.
Yet the unmistakable edge of a blade, sharp enough to cut off his neck was pressed firmly against his skin.
'Impossible. There's no one behind me. If there was someone, I would've sensed it. I would've—'
"Why are you here?"
The voice came from the front.
Dredis's gaze snapped forward.
There, framed by the yawning mouth of the dungeon gate, stood four figures.
Fruela, eyes glinting like frozen amethysts and purple blades shining in her hands.
Rees, holding a big magic staff in his hands and staring at Dredis with his hollow eyes.
Dusk, the hulking beast, grinning with rows of monstrous teeth standing directly behind Leon.
And at the center...
Leon himself, his face covered with a white mask.
The floating blade behind Dredis's neck shimmered once before dissolving into black mist, slithering through the air like a living shadow before seamlessly reattaching itself to the Nyxter.
Dredis dropped to one knee instantly.
"S-Sir Michael Jackson... G-Greetings."
Leon didn't move.
He simply tilted his head slightly.
The crimson glow behind the slits of his white mask flared brighter—two bloody stars staring straight through flesh and bone.
"Why are you here at this hour?" His voice was low, calm... and somehow infinitely more terrifying because of it. "I should kill you for disturbing me."
The pressure hit like an invisible hammer and Fruela disappeared from her place immediately, re-appearing directly behind Dredis and placing the dagger to his neck.
"Just order, Master." She spoke in a low voice as she looked at Leon.
Dredis's ears rang. His knees trembled. Cold sweat rolled down the inside of his mask as his another knee also hitted the ground.
'W-What is this...? This feeling, a dagger, a sword and many other weapons have been placed on my neck before but the pressure coming from his body is something else.'
It wasn't just killing intent.
It was something heavier. Deeper. Like the weight of an entire abyss had decided to rest its gaze upon him.
'He's... different. Last time he was dangerous, but this... this is suffocating. Did he hide it before? Or... did I actually make him angry this time ? I-I have to apologise to him right now.' Dredis swallowed hard.
"I-I'm sorry, sir... I didn't mean to disturb you at this hour, I—" Dredis started speaking as He dared to raise his head.
But as soon as he did, his whole body froze.
Leon was no longer standing several meters away.
He was right there.
Mask to face.
Close enough that Dredis could see the minute reflections of his own terrified eyes in the polished white surface.
Only a thin layer of metal separated their noses.
"I asked..." Leon's normal voice dropped into a deep, threatening sound "...why are you here at this time ?"
Dredis's heart slammed against his ribs so hard he thought it might crack bone.
'A-Am I going to die !?'
"Y-Your Majesty... sent me here to get your reply... on the meeting, S-Sir."
For a long, agonizing second, Leon said nothing.
He simply stared.
The red glow behind the mask pulsed slowly, like a heartbeat.
Behind him, Dusk watched with open amusement, fangs glinting.
'Master's aura... it's evolved truly onto a different level this time. So thick with bloodlust even an assassin is shaking like a leaf. A true predator.'
A few steps away, Fruela's cheeks burned bright crimson beneath her usual cold composure.
'I can't believe how intense master's bloodlust is right now. Will he ever do it again with me while looking like that ? That would be so beautiful. Oh my god... what am I thinking !?' she thought with a shameful expression.
Leon finally leaned back—just an inch.
But the pressure didn't lessen.
Not even a little.
"I see... So he wants an answer huh ?" Leon asked with a neutral expression as he immediately walked upto a small wooden stick that was lying at a distance.
"Y-Yes... Sir." Dredis replied in a low tone.
As soon as he used the skill on the stick, the stick glowed golden for a split second and then returned back to being normal.
"The hidden village of demons..." Leon spoke in a low voice as he placed the stick on the ground and the stick fell, pointing towards the south of the forest.
"Elis... Bring me Enid." He ordered in a low voice.
"Yes, master." Elis replied as she immediately disappeared and re-appeared almost instantly with Enid, who was half-asleep.
"Hmm....? What is going on here ?" Enid asked with a confused expression as she looked around with a confused expression and rubbed her half-closed eyes.
"You are coming with us." Leon replied with a neutral expression as he looked at Enid.
"Hmm...? Where are we going, master ?" Enid asked with a neutral expression as she looked at Leon.
"To make a name for us..." Leon replied with a smile as he looked at Enid.
"Hmm...? A name for-" Suddenly Enid's eyes widened as she understood what Leon was about to do.
"M-M-Master don't tell me you are going there ? A-Are you ?" Enid asked with a serious expression as she walked upto Leon.
"Oh well are all going there, darling." Leon replied with a neutral expression as he looked at Enid.
"Master... You have to understand, those demons there aren't normal. Those thirteen demons-" Before Enid could've completed her sentence, Leon intrrupted.
"... Will die tonight." He spoke with a neutral expression.
"Assassin you will also be coming with me."
"Ummm... Excuse me ?" Dredis asked with a confused and scared expression.
"Cause I am about to give you the answer that your king is seeking." Leon replied as he started walking forward.
Somewhere in the southern valleys of the Duran Mountains, where the trees grew twisted and a little black as if poisoned by the very soil, two young adventurers pushed deeper into the gloom.
Clad in mismatched leather armor, one carried a massive warhammer slung over his broad shoulder. The other clutched two slender wands so tightly his knuckles had turned white.
"Are you sure this is the place?" the mage whispered, voice cracking at the edges.
The hammer-wielder didn't even slow his stride.
"As I've already told you a hundred fucking times... Yes. This is exactly where my brother saw that demon.
We take its head back to the guild, collect one whole gold coin, and we're done. One gold coin, man. You know what that buys? I can finally open that sword shop in Lowmarket, settle down, see my little sister grow up without worrying about next month's rent.
You? You can marry off all three of your sisters properly and buy your mother a real house inside the kingdom walls. No more mud floors. No more leaks."
The mage swallowed hard, glancing nervously at the canopy overhead. The branches looked too much like skeletal fingers.
"But these are demons we're talking about..." he muttered. "Six hearts. Monstrous strength. They eat human flesh like it's bread. They don't just kill—they savor our bodies."
The hammer-wielder snorted.
"Oh come on. You were a royal mage, weren't you? Trained in the Vengeln's army ? How can a guy like you be this scared of one lousy demon?"
*Thud*
The mage stopped walking.
"This place... it doesn't feel good. Something evil is watching us. I can feel it in my bones. There was some sound... did you heard-"
The bigger man finally turned around, planting the head of his hammer into the dirt with a dull thud.
*Thud*
"Okay, stop. Look at me." He placed both calloused hands on the mage's shoulders, forcing eye contact. "Do you want to go back?"
The mage didn't even hesitate.
"Y-Yes."
A long sigh.
"Fine. Fine. We'll turn around. But when we get back, we're taking that goblin cave mission, alright? Easy coin. No demons. Deal?"
"Deal," the mage breathed, relief flooding his face. "Let's just get out of here as fast as—"
He froze mid-sentence.
His eyes flicked upward.
A shadow—too large, too fast—flitted from one tree to the next.
Then...
Silence.
Absolute, suffocating silence. No birds. No wind. Even the distant trickle of the mountain stream seemed to vanish.
"O-Oh shit... Clad, look up there, there's some—"
**THUD.**
The sound was wet. Heavy. Final.
The mage's gaze slowly dropped.
His friend's head rolled across the pine needles, eyes still wide open, mouth frozen in the middle of a warning.
Blood sprayed in lazy arcs from the stump of the neck.
"N-No... that's not—"
Before the scream could leave his throat, the headless body crumpled like a puppet with its strings cut.
And then he felt it. Saw it.
Something massive standing directly behind him.
Something that wasn't human.
Something whose shadow swallowed his own twice over.
The mage turned—very, very slowly.
Twelve feet of corded blue muscle loomed above him.
Four arms, each ending in claws longer than daggers.
The creature's face and hands were drenched in fresh blood that dripped in slow, thick ropes onto the forest floor.
"Alvuia olio ca—"
"Say another word of that spell," the demon rumbled, voice like grinding millstones, "and I'll kill you exactly the way I killed your stupid friend."
He leaned down. His crimson eyes bored into terrified brown ones.
The mage dropped both wands instantly. They clattered uselessly against the roots.
"N-No... please... spare me. I-I won't do anything. I swear I'll never come back to this valley. Please... let me go. I beg you."
The demon tilted its horned head, amused.
"How about you keep your mouth shut for—" Before he could've completed speaking.
*SHRRRKK*
The mage's head simply... vanished.
Blood fountained upward in a perfect crimson column.
"What the—!?"
The blue demon snapped his gaze to the right.
Hanging upside-down from a thick branch was another figure—almost human in shape, except for the two long, obsidian horns curling back from his forehead and the whip-thin tail swaying lazily behind him.
He was chewing.
The mage's head dangled from between razor-sharp teeth like an apple.
Blood ran down his chin in rivulets.
"Regoris..." the blue demon growled, voice dangerously low. "What the hell are you doing out here?"
Regoris swallowed with exaggerated satisfaction, then flashed a bloody grin.
"I was bored. Came to stretch my legs." He licked a fang. "What were you planning to do with that little mage, Melare? Looked like you two were having quite the nice chat."
"I was going to kill him," Melare answered flatly. "You stole my kill."
Regoris dropped from the branch, flipping mid-air with impossible grace—only to vanish completely before his feet could touch the ground.
A heartbeat later he reappeared perched directly atop Melare's head, crouching like a gargoyle.
"Oh, it sure didn't look like you were about to kill him," he teased. "You were really taking your time. Building suspense. Very artistic."
Melare's four arms tensed.
"I was going to scare him until he pissed himself, then take his head. There's a difference." His voice hardened. "And you shouldn't be out here today. It's my patrol day."
"Oh really?" Regoris purred.
Melare raised a clawed hand to swat him off but Regoris vanished again.
This time he didn't reappear.
Melare snarled, glaring upward.
"I want to kill him..." he muttered darkly.
High above, a three-eyed crow circled once, twice.
**Cawwwwwww—**
Melare thrust one massive arm skyward.
The crow dove like a black arrow and landed lightly on his wrist.
"What?" Melare demanded.
"Big group..." the crow rasped in a voice like breaking glass. "Coming toward the valley... Cawwwww."
It launched back into the sky without waiting for a reply.
Melare's lips slowly peeled back from rows of jagged teeth.
"Big group, huh..."
His six hearts beat faster.
A slow, savage smile spread across his blood-smeared face.
"If I slaughter them all... I'll finally prove my worth to Brother Ven."
He cracked all four sets of knuckles at once.
The sound echoed through the silent woods like breaking bones.
-x-X-x-
Duran Mountains — Southern Entrance
A cold wind swept down from the jagged peaks, carrying the faint scent of pine and distant smoke.
Leon sat perched on a weathered tree stump at the mouth of the valley, legs crossed casually, masked face tilted slightly upward as though he were merely enjoying the afternoon breeze. The crimson glow behind the slits of his mask remained steady, unreadable.
Beside him stood Rees, arms folded. Enid clung to Leon's hand with both of hers, knuckles white, worry etched deep into her delicate features.
High above, Fruela balanced effortlessly on the highest branch of an ancient black pine, eyes narrowed, tracking every flicker of movement in the canopy—birds scattering, animals freezing mid-step as they looked around, even the smallest rodents bolting for cover.
Further along the ridge, Dredis crouched in the shadow of another tree, black assassin garb blending perfectly with the bark. He watched the strange group below with growing confusion.
'What in the nine hells are they doing? Sitting here like they're waiting for something ? I don't understand why he brought me with him...? What is he even planning to do ?'
Enid's voice trembled as she squeezed Leon's hand tighter.
"Master... I-I still don't think this is a good idea. How are we supposed to fight so many demons—"
"What did you find, Dusk?" Leon interrupted smoothly, voice calm, almost bored.
*Swish—*
The air rippled like disturbed water.
Dusk materialized directly in front of Leon, kneeling on his knees immediately.
"Master. I located two demons. One is massive—twelve feet at least, four arms, pure muscle, blue hide drenched in blood.
The other is smaller, almost human in shape except for the horns and tail. He moves using some kind of short-range teleportation—blinking in and out faster than the eye can track. They were arguing over patrol duty while casually killing two human adventurers. And..." Dusk's slit pupils narrowed. "The blue one knows you're here, Master. A crow told him"
"I see... so he knows." Leon gave the slightest nod.
'Master didn't even look at me... yet knew the exact moment I arrived. My aura was completely suppressed, invisible even to those demons. But master sensed me anyway.'
"Very well," Leon murmured.
He rose smoothly from the stump and stepped toward Dusk, placing one hand on his head.
"Did you place the bead I gave you ?" Leon asked with a neutral expression.
"Yes, Master. Right in the center of where I saw them."
Leon's hand lingered for a heartbeat longer before dropping away. He turned.
"Rees. Is the spell ready?"
Rees inclined his head.
"Yes, Sir. A full-domain barrier has been constructed across the southern entrance of that valley. Nothing enters. Nothing leaves. Not without your permission."
Dredis's eyes widened behind his mask.
'Bead? Barrier? What the hell are they talking about? What kind of trap are they setting ? Are they planning to fight the demons here like this ?'
Leon's masked face tilted skyward.
"Very good..." A slow, dangerous smile curled beneath the mask. "Then let's get this party started and greet our guests with some lite fireworks."
He raised both arms high.
The moment his palms clapped together—
"KABOOM."
A blinding spear of white-gold light erupted from the heart of the valley.
It stabbed straight upward, tearing through the canopy, punching a hole in the clouds themselves.
Fruela's pupils shrank to slits. Dredis nearly fell out of his sockets as soon as he saw this.
"Wow..." Rees spoke with a neutral expression and a smile spreaded across Dusk's face.
Then—
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!*
The explosion was apocalyptic.
A blooming sphere of raw destruction swallowed half the mountainside in a single heartbeat. Trees vaporized into ash. Boulders melted into glowing slag. The shockwave rolled outward like a tidal wave made of sound and force, flattening everything in its path before rebounding off the invisible barrier Rees had woven across the valley mouth. Barely any small monster survived inside the mountains.
[Congratulations! Level Up!]
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Every single hair on Dredis' body stood straight as he couldn't understand what just happened and only one thing was coming to his mind again and again...
'Who the hell is this guy ?'
...
The entire human kingdom felt it.
Windows rattled in distant cities.
Candle flames guttered and died.
Livestock panicked.
...
Mage Tower — Top Floor...
*Crack*
Old man Gris, Elder Archmage of the tower who was giving lecture on magic to thirty students, snapped his head toward the window mid-lecture.
The sky outside had turned momentarily brighter than noon.
"Hmm...?" His wrinkled brow furrowed deeply. "What was that?"
*Knock-knock.*
The door opened a crack.
"The class is dismissed," Gris said without turning around, voice suddenly cold steel.
The students exchanged bewildered glances.
"Huh?"
"What happened?"
"This class never ends early..."
"I think Lord Gris is unwell."
...
"I said the class is over. Get. Out." Gris shouted this time.
The room emptied in seconds.
Ruben the nephew of king Adwin stepped inside the moment the last student fled, his expression grim.
"Ruben," Gris began without preamble, "did you—"
"Yes, Elder. The shockwave originated from an explosion in the southern Duran Mountains. I've already prepared carriages. The king has been informed—he's mobilizing an army as we speak. We leave immediately."
Gris turned slowly.
"Where is Dreulis?"
"Elder Dreulis will be riding with us. Already waiting in the carriage."
Gris began walking toward the door.
"Someone has discovered the village." His voice was low, dangerous. "Did you breathe a word of it to the king?"
Ruben's face paled.
"No, Elder. I swear on my life."
Gris studied him for a long moment.
"Hmm. Our plan dies if the demons realize we knew about the village. Who do you suspect caused this ?"
Ruben's jaw tightened.
"There was... a man at the meeting. White mask. Called himself the king of a place named Gotham.
Introduced himself as Michael Jackson. No detectable aura. But when he looked at me..." Ruben's voice dropped. "I felt... small. Like an insect under glass. I've met kings. Cruel ones. Brave ones. Greedy ones.
But this one was... different. He didn't care about anything in that room. Not the throne, not the negotiations, not us. I believe there's a very real chance he's responsible for this."
Gris nodded once.
"Good. Then we go see for ourselves how he uncovered the demon village... and what he intends to do with it."
They descended the spiraling stairs of the Mage Tower in silence.
Outside, a black-robed figure waited inside the lead carriage.
"Dreulis, my good friend," Gris greeted as he climbed in. "How are you?"
The figure slowly raised his head and drew back the hood.
A polished skeletal skull stared back at them.
Twin blue flames danced in the empty sockets. Arcane runes glowed faintly across the bone.
"I have sensed the explosion," Dreulis rasped, voice like wind through dry leaves. "This magic is... odd. No known spell scatters mana in such a pattern. It defies every theorem we have."
Gris settled into the seat opposite the lich.
"Then perhaps it is time we met the man who caused this."
The carriage door slammed shut and wheels began to turn.