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  Shalltear looked down on the city below. It was absolutely sprawling with the demi-humans known as Quagoa. The beasts themselves didn’t even know it. That was what made her so happy. Though, there was also another reason.

  She wanted them to grow. Her beloved’s children, she wanted them to be powerful. For them to be able to level entire armies with ease, to obliterate false gods with but a gnce.

  Yes, that was her goal in this. She didn’t think that she loved them as Albedo or Aeskell did. Yet, she did care for them. She wanted the best for them. The best for her Beloved’s children.

  She looked down on them some more. The demi-humans still didn’t have the faintest idea on who, where, or what they were. She studied the forces below. Her4 eyes scanning the crowds for any enemies that may or may not be powerful enough to harm her.

  She looked up from this, and spotted Aura looking at her with a smirk. The short dark elf had gotten older as of te. She had at least grown 3/8ths of an inch in height. Her chest had begun to grow, much to the vampire’s scorn as well.

  “You know that Lord Ainz was joking when he told you to be on guard in those tunnels?” Aura said mockingly, “the Death Knights fell into the big ravine thing,” she expined to the slightly confused vampire.

  “Oh, that makes sense. He must have simply wanted me to be on guard for strong foes, though,” Shalltear said out loud, “I think it’s also simply good practice to look for good opponents that are on par with me. After all, they might give me good EXP,” she said while missing her own message.

  Aura simply shook her head at this. The short-stack vampire was simply a little slow on the uptake. She was fine though, she did have a point.

  “Anyway, I’ll use it. Just be ready to take them out,” Aura said as she unrolled the world item.

  Yes, she had a world item. An item that could change the very world itself. It was a priceless thing. One could literally not put a price upon a thing like this. Shalltear wondered what her beloved and the other supreme beings had done to get this item.

  “Depiction of Nature and Society,” was an incredibly powerful item. Once used, it would trap an enemy in as special pocket dimension version of their current surroundings, and keep them there. If they found the exit to the pce itself, they would cim the item.

  Yet, they couldn’t leave. For a mist was pced upon them now. A purple mist covered the pce itself. Stopping any Quagoa from leaving. It marked their doom.

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  Pe Riyuro looked around the area. Something had happened to his city, to the city that he would have soon taken from the dragons if not for this. There was a mist now, a mist that hadn’t been there before. His spine tingled in a dangerous way as he stepped out of his home to see what was going on.

  He had been alerted by one of his men. The dwarves were unching an attack on the lot of them. It was surprising, to say the least. His man had said that they had golems to aid them. That these golems had apparently wiped out his army, was frightening.

  The sky was darker than it should be, he noticed as he stepped outside. The mist clouded his eyes as he tried to get a better look. His warriors came up beside him as he stepped out.

  They were the best of the best, and as he walked out of the area that he normally resided in, and into the greater city or at least the part that was cloaked in mist, he could have sworn he heard something up above. Yet when he looked up, he saw nothing other than the mist.

  He looked back down to the ground. His guards that were assigned to protect going well, at least as he knew it, and scanned the perimeter. This day was truly getting strange.

  It was then that the day got scary as one of his guard’s heads got obliterated like a watermelon. It happened in an instant. The grey-matter exploded outward faster than he could have ever seen.

  The shower of red and pink that spttered against the ground, floor, and himself was enough to make him realize that he was prey now. It didn’t matter what he did. He was going to die. Of course, he had no way of knowing this, he was a demi-human who had yet to hear of the sorcerer kingdom.

  He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end a minute too te. The bloodbath had begun, and he was in the center of it. lucky, or unlucky on how some readers will look at it, he was the strongest on of the Quagoa. That meant that he was saved for st.

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  Shalltear, on the other hand, was having a great time. There was plenty of prey, plenty of blood. Her rival, the pipsqueak, was there to make sure that she didn’t fall to bloodlust. Not that she would.

  Her blood red armor was stained even more-so blood red by the blood of the Quagoa around her. Or what was left of them anyway, she truly was having the best time. While it wasn’t on par with the times she’d spent in her lord’s chambers, it was on par with the times she had spent with her pet that her beloved had given her.

  The faces that the rge white one made were truly delicious. His painful screams, the shouts of anguish that he made. It was truly delectable. She loved the tasks that she was given, at least these types of tasks. She didn’t like the teleportation duty that she had been given. Of course, she was off of that now, but the boredom still lingered.

  Where was she again? Oh, that was right, sughtering these demi-humans. It was truly a fun thing to do. She had so many of the prey to kill, to hunt. Over 10,000 of them were in this city. That was plenty to level up her beloved’s daughters.

  She shook her head and paused her attack. This pause of course was taken of advantage of by the prey she was killing, yet she simply held up her hand and caught the open fist of one of them and swung him away. She then began to kill them more effectively by swinging her nce back and forth like a scythe.

  She had nearly fallen into a blood frenzy, and just after she had promised herself not to. She felt her pout without her permission. One could call her cute if she wasn’t geocoding the Quagoa.

  …

  A monster had descended onto his people. He wasn’t even sure if this beast of a thing was reted to the dwarves. Surely not, right? After all, if they had this power then his people would have died sooner.

  Maybe he pushed them too far, and they made a deal with a devil? He pondered this as he ran away, his ancestors wouldn’t bme him, after all. He was only running from a force greater than the frost dragons. They would have done the same.

  He finally reached his home, after what felt like an eternity of running, he got home. The foe that his people were facing now was at his doorstep, casual in her sughter and culling. She was a she, that he was sure of, and she was surely tired of the sughter, so if he had his armies that were in his manor attack her with his buff, then she would probably die.

  He looked back at the men that stayed within his home area. They looked frightened, yet ready for death. He looked back. The red colored thing locked eyes with him. He could swear that she had a smile pstered onto her face.

  He heard his men walk up to him, his men preparing themselves for battle. It was then that he activated his roar. The sound of his buffing skill echoing across the city, and nearest him, his men gained power.

  They rushed forth, eyes red with power. He slumped to the floor as he saw what happened next. They died just as the rest.

  Meanwhile, all the sughter got Shalltear hot and bothered. Maybe her beloved would share a night with her soon?

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  Zogsalken