The first thing Damien saw was Fenrir’s head being larger than he remembered. He slowly turned to the side and saw the remnants of the war. A sigh escaped his mouth. “I survived, huh?”
Damien glanced around as he tried to make sense of what had happened but he was still too weak to even move his body. Luckily, he noticed the demon essence core sitting on his right palm. For a brief moment, Damien stared at Fenrir with a smile. “Was this your doing?” Damien asked the wolf with a funny expression.
Fenrir nodded obediently and Damien could only chuckle. “Well then, thank you.”
“You’ve been waiting for me for a while, haven’t you?” Damien wanted for pat the wolf so much but his current condition prevented him from doing so.
‘Activate (Essence Devourer).” Damien commanded and in a split second, his body began to absorb the magic essence needed to recover his Life Force as well as his Magic Essence reserves. Damien simply remained lying down as he let his body do its thing.
Fenrir took off for a moment and when it returned, there were two more essence cores in its mouth which it placed on Damien. One was placed on his left palm and the other on his abdomen. The wolf was truly determined to see him receiver speedily.
Thirty minutes later, Damien stoppedand the essence core shattered in his hand, crumpling like dust. He could feel it.
His Life Force was full and so was his essence reserves. Feeling stronger than usual. Damien called up his status panel which instantly revealed his new level to him.
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Name: Damien Terrace
Race: Human
Level: 34
Exp: 300/1620
Talent: E-Rank Summoner
Life Force: 5800/5800
Magic Essence: 920/920
Strength: 59 Agility: 57
Stamina: 59 Endurance: 59
Intelligence: 54
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Skill: SSS-Ranked Summons
Subskills:-
Pact of Summons
Essence Devourer
Sensory Link
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Available summons: 3
««««««••••••»»»»»»
“Convert two thirds of my Life Force to Magic Essence.”
«Converting 3,894 units of Life Force to Magic Essence!»
«+38,940 units of Magic Essence!»
“Heh! Hehe…” Damien chuckled as he read the panel. Despite Damien still being the equivalent of a Grade Six mana beast, he possessed magic essence that transcended even the rank above him.
“Show me my Life Force and Essence reserves.” Damien commanded again, a panel popping up with information on what he’d requested.
«Life Force:1906/5800»
«Magic Essence: 920/920(+38,940 units)»
Seeing that he now had space to convert mana core, Damien nodded. He still had mana cores of the fifth grade stored in Luton’s space and later, he would have to absorb them. For how, he was satisfied with what he was seeing.
Slowly, Damien got up from the ground, dusting the dirt off himself. He took a moment to survey his surroundings and found it littered with the remains of the Tree Demons.
“If only I had remained conscious. I would’ve been able to rise a few levels from this number of demons.” Damien clicked his tongue before turning to his wolf.
Fenrir’s monstrous form made Damien’s head ache as he had to bend backward just so he could meet eyes with the wolf. “This should be fun.” Damien grinned, gesturing for the wolf to lower itself so he could climb on.
However, just as Fenrir, lowered itself, it began to shrink back to its initial size.
Shoooonng~
It reduced until it was no larger than Damien who sighed in frustration. “Just when I figured it would be great to ride a large summon, you become small again.” Damien almost cried as he spoke.
One would think Fenrir was smaller with the way he was complaining but they were actually the same height.
Ding!
«Subskill (Gigantification) deactivated!»
«Subskill Cooldown: 23:59:57»
“It even has a cooldown!” Damien collapsed to his knees, his head bent forward and his hands stretched forward as well. “This is torture!” He cried out.
“Now I’ll have to reschedule my giant ride for a day later. Tch!”
He rose to his feet and walked toward how wolf. “Damn system. Let’s just go.” He mounted the wolf and some seconds later, Damien who’d almost died an hour ago, was how roaming through the forest again. His hunting had resumed.
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The building was large and grand. The premises were secured. The dignitaries were present.
This was one of the numerous homes of Great Elder White Fang, a powerful figure that held a very high position in all of the Eastern Shirefort Continent.
This particular place was a small estate with over a dozen buildings, located in a small city at the far end of the eastern part of the kingdom. It wasn’t affiliated to any larger city, kingdom, or Empire on the continent which was why the Great Elder had chosen it.
The main building was grand, a five story tall building made from a special type of magically hardened bricks as well as beautifully enchanted glasses. The main door was a large two door semicircular design made of luxurious mahogany wood that led into the building.
In front of the main building was a dozen sculpted images of various great individuals, a younger Great Elder White Fang featured among them.
The open space in front of the main building accommodated a lot of carriages that spoke of the high level and rank of the owners.
After all, only the greatest individuals of the continent had been invited here. Only nobility and powerful individuals who’d won their reputations out on the battlefield with the demons were welcome here.
The guards, individuals dressed in neat black and white white uniforms with a silver emblem and a black waist strap, were seen parading the entire estate, all of them alert and reading to face any form of danger.
Well, as far as these guards were concerned, the real dangers were the ones present inside of the building. They held the power to reshape the entire continent if need be.
Inside of the building was simple looking unlike the outside that was full of grandiose. The hallways had black rugs all around and simple standings with vases and flowers here and there to give the place a little warmth and occupance.
Within the main hall of the building, a meeting was about to begin. A meeting of Lords and Nobles.