Samaron stood over the corpse of a female prey whose life force he had just devoured.
His gaze snapped past several dried corpses, products of his untamed appetite, sprawled on the ground.
"Finally, I managed to break through the rank 5 supreme stage ascendant level. I need to feed more."
A crazed expression appeared on his face as he spotted a little child holed up somewhere in a corner, obviously broken after watching him unleash his savagery on her loved ones.
"Not the kid."
He was now a vimodial contractor, solely relying on the life force of others to survive and increase in strength. However, that didn't mean he would go out of his way to attack little kids, or so he thought.
In his own way, this was an attempt to pacify the guilt that had been gnawing at him for all the lives he had snuffed out recently. Yet, he couldn't help but realise that this guilt was being eroded gradually, replaced with a desire, a sentient thirst for life force.
