The war troll’s body was still smoldered with patches of skin hanging in grotesque tatters, but it rose to its feet as its eyes burned with fury.
The monster was ready to give the pain back while it was regenerating the damage it sustained with every passing second.
Meanwhile, seven heads were watching the display from their hidden observer room.
“Bouncing Flames… Isn’t that a Pyromancer specialty?” The army head asked with wide-open eyes.
“It’s an intermediate-level spell. He must’ve graduated from being a simple Wizard-classed person since we last saw him.” The intelligence head surmized his thoughts.
“Didn’t you hear? He said that he lied. He must’ve been holding back all this while…” The slaver woman murmured while eyeing her colleague who somehow knew it all along, just based on her supernatural guts or something. Even Black Fang couldn’t explain why she thought so when they asked her previously. Her thoughts were not based on logic.
However, when the slaver examined Black Fang this time around, she had to wince. Some people were just too far gone, like her fellow female circle member.
Her lips stretched into a grin so wide it seemed to defy human anatomy. Her sharp canines were visible in a way that made even the old woman who’d seen it all have a shiver travel along her spine.
Black Fang probably didn’t even realize it, but she’d gripped the soul-destroyer serpent she’d been playing with all this while with so much strength that its life was snuffed out on the spot.
“Pyromancer…? No. You’re mistaken…” She shook her head, though she refused to elaborate on her thoughts.
“Hmm…” The negotiator stroked his chin, “he arrogantly called himself as the master of all, that’s clearly not how you describe a Pyromancer. They are the masters of destruction, that’s all. Only one thing comes to mind, but that couldn’t be…”
“Hoh? Amazing! This regeneration speed is truly superb!” Devil laughed as he examined the troll who withstood his spell. “I’m sure all the mad scientists of this world keep a few of your brethren in their basements to experiment upon. However, your fate is to become a part of me so that you can make me stronger.”
He decreed as he lowered his sword and instead raised his free hand. “[Aqua Lance]!” He shouted, after which a spear of shimmering, crystalline water materialized in Devil’s outstretched hand. He moved as if he was throwing a javelin at his enemies, and once he let it go, the [Aqua Lance] tore through the air with a loud whistling sound.
It’s aim was the head. Although war trolls were brutish creatures, they still had sharp survival instincts, and in this moment, it was clearly aware of impending doom, as in a rare moment for a war troll, it dodged.
Or at least it tried.
The lance struck its target dead center, piercing the troll’s forehead. The sheer force of the impact shattered its thick skull as the drill-like lance shot through. The back of the troll’s head exploded outward in a geyser of gore, bone, and viscous brain matter as the spell exited cleanly, carving a gaping hole through its massive cranium.
The war troll froze mid-roar as its towering frame swayed before collapsing backward with a loud thud due to its hefty weight.
“Bullseye!” Devil cheered. An archer must’ve been frightened with his displayed prowess as multiple arrows were shot at him in quick succession. Wrath finally left her stationary position as she dashed between him and the incoming volley and deflected the projectiles one after the other without any difficulty.
“Wrath, my savior! Phew, I almost died. Thanks.”
“No… You can’t kill your teammates this time around… I know you want to, but if you kill him then you will be eliminated… Breathe in and out…” Wrath started murmuring to herself while glaring at Devil with fiery red eyes that shone through her mask.
The archer wasn’t the only one who got frightened by Devil’s display of power, though. The observatory room fell dead silent as they tried their best to accept reality, but it was very difficult for most of them.
“That…”
“Was…”
“Another…”
“Intermediate…”
“Spell…”
“Fire…”
“And now…”
“Water…”
The army, finance, human trafficking, and intelligence heads murmured one after the other in perfect sync. They couldn’t believe their eyes.
“Elemental Sovereign, huh.” The logistics head finished for them with extreme leer. He was ridiculed for being poor, now guess what? All three men he had a bad relationship with were about to lose 10k gold. He couldn’t care less that Black Fang gets 40k. As the woman herself said, she doesn’t care about money. It will probably be used on a few projects that Orianna finds interesting.
“I’m having a hard time believing it.” The mediator decreed with a tone full of wonderment. He thought he’d seen it all, but this was a historical moment. “The Vesper Consortium has an Elemental Sovereign in their midst…” He finished with a tone that had a childlike glee to it. For the first time in centuries, he found himself to be excited. He wanted to see how the future looked.
How rare were Elemental Sovereigns? It was an Epic tier class, and there were quite a few who held the same rarity class among the top tier combatants of the Iskaris continent. Even a few mid-tier combatants like Iris and Kaelira had them. However, not all classes in the same tier were made equal. There was a generally accepted consensus that the ‘mancer’ type classes were among the top dogs of the Rare-rarity, and the Elemental Sovereign occupied the same spot for the Epic-rarity.
To answer the question as to how rare this specific class was… The woman heading the slavery department suddenly spoke up, “Devil is the first to appear with this class since Queen Morgana upgraded hers over 300 years ago.”
“Hehehe…” Black Fang suddenly let go of a soft giggle, making all six heads in the room turn in her direction. However, she wasn’t just done. She threw the corpse of the soul-destroyer from her lap away with a disinterested flick of her wrist, raised both of her hands to her quickly reddening cheeks, and her eyes started swirling around in a truly unhinged fashion.
And then… She let go of the most disturbing, psychotic laugh all six of them had ever heard.