The meat feel satisfying, the hearts of fallen enemies still warm, here in Hazlan there no end for him to kill, bandits, rebels and even elves slaves for him to do as he please with them. And yet he feel discontent his master has risen to be a top of the Arcademy he is surrounding with every students seeking favors and attention, even got himself a new grafted arm, unlike all his previous masters this one let him do as he please with minimum supervise and yet he hate him even more. He hate the arrogance and the power his master is gaining through magic becoming even more powerful. And yet all this luxury and slaves comes from serving him he feel trapped but this time by choice rather by force to serve, all he can do for now is watching them mages playing gods, they will turn on each other, they always do and when the time comes he will destroy them and feed on theirs carcasses