Undead Lord of Gluttonous Pride

"Locate the whereabouts of Rager Ironclad, The Leader of The Royal Guards..."

Damien reminded himself as he stood in front of another pack of wolves. Their face grimaced at the sight of him, followed by the sound of their ferocious growling.

It was a pack of five Common Grey Wolves.

"Oh...? Not happy to see me? Huh?"

He chuckled, planting his feet into the stone ceiling underneath him.

'I should practice my control...'

He then glanced towards the undead standing behind him and said:

"Go scour the place and intercept anything that arrives here."

Without any delay, they disappeared, only leaving behind a blur of their existence. Such a speed had baffled Damien before, but after seeing it so many times, he gotten used to it.

"Now then..."

He sheathed his blade and walked and faced them bare-handed. The feeling of the energy inside his core began to travel around his body. It was a soft and warm feeling for the skeleton, who lingered around in the cold.

However...

One of the wolves in his sight hopped towards him with its mouth opened, followed by two others—that flanked him from both sides.

...The energy coursing through the roots residing inside his bones suddenly surged with more ferocity—going beyond his control. He witnessed the energy inside his core draining at a terribly fast pace due to this sudden behaviour of it.

BOOM!

His energy exploded out of him, coming out in waves as it crashed into anything within its radius; the stone tiles beneath his feet cracked, the air-borne wolf coming at him slammed back down to the ground, and the two others experienced the same thing.

"Calm down..."

He muttered with a strained voice.

The wolves at his feet began to feel their bodies cave in as the pressure upon them increased with each second. The cracking of their bones, their squishy eyeballs suddenly popping, the vessels beneath their skin rupturing—it was pure torture for them.

[You have slain a stained creature, Common Grey Wolf]

[You have slain a stained creature, Common Grey Wolf]

[You have slain a stained creature, Common Grey Wolf]

Damien, sensing that his energy was about to become empty, tightly formed a fist and slammed it into the side of his head.

His core, which was uncontrollably outputting a serious amount of energy, shook slightly, the energy travelling around his body then slowed down its pace.

Damien hunched over, his arms dropping to his side. The joints between his limbs felt like they were burning. He tried to move his arms around and found them to be abnormally sore—he winced a bit.

"I still haven't gotten it down..."

He shifted his attention towards the last two. He then bent his knees, resisting the urge to groan, and shot towards them. His movements were terribly slower compared to before—allowing them to prepare for his charge.

They jumped at him, jaws completely wide open, revealing their canines, which were as sharp as metal spikes. Damien reached for his sword, but due to his sloppiness to adapt to the pain, he missed its hilt and was tackled to the ground.

The wolves gnawed at his arms and kept him pinned to the ground. Fortunately, for his awfully durable body to resist such brutal bitings, he was fine.

He then yelled:

"Get off me, you damn mutts!"

A subtle light appeared deep in his empty eye sockets. Following that was the rush of energy from his mostly drained core. The energy inside of it was beginning to form waves.

The energy flooded his system before suddenly escaping to the outside; this time, the process was a lot quicker than last time.

The wolves stubbornly gnawing at his arms suddenly froze up before a weighing feeling appeared. Their legs began to shake, and then—

BOOM!

—Their bodies slammed into the ground. The pressure was so heavy that their bones most likely had turned into dust.

[You have slain a stained creature, Common Grey Wolf]

[You have slain a stained creature, Common Grey Wolf]

Damien ignored the messages and sighed.

"How humiliating..."

Look at him being prideful just when Howrah told him not to.

'I guess the strength got to me...'

Tiredness washed over him. Although he didn't have any eyelids, the feeling of wanting to close them was made apparent in his mind. The memories of what the real Damien felt when working overtime was the same thing he was feeling.

He looked around. The undead had not returned from their mission yet. The reason why he had them patrol the surroundings was because the monsters were highly attracted to a large output of energy.

And since he hadn't gotten control down, he was most likely to be their target more regularly if something didn't change.

When Howrah saw his control over his energy, he made a strange face. It was a grimacing one.

"Hm?"

Amidst his tired thoughts, he felt a gaze on him—several, in fact. It didn't feel like the primal gaze of wolves or the eels... Instead...

"Don't tell me..."

FLAP! FLAP! FLAP!

... It was the calculating stare of a Brown Bird who had just discovered an immobile prey on a horribly damaged rooftop...