David had become known among his subordinates for his signature opening move—he always started by emptying his lungs of flame.
After a seaside barbecue, those 'Children of Battle,' who must have possessed the audacity of a bear or leopard to even think of targeting an Elf ship, suddenly suffered heavy casualties.
However, since they discovered the 'anomaly' that was David relatively early and escaped quickly, dispersing in an instant, the majority of them managed to get away.
Frustrated, David, who possessed overwhelming power, stomped his feet in vexation.
But having already sampled the heads of Ogres and Rosinde, he truly couldn't bring himself to feast on these Barbarians who rarely bathed. Consequently, he didn't use the Authority of Gluttony to gather intelligence directly.
And so he once again fell into his routine state of Wrath...
