Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires

David’s purple eyes shined as energy engulfed his body, strengthening it, readying him for attack.

With a swift motion he punched, getting ready to smash the prince’s face.

An amused smile appeared on Rynor’s lips as he wielded for a mirror to appear before them.

However, contrary to his expectations, the attack never came as David had used a feint.

"What—" Rynor’s eyes widened, realizing his mistake, but it was too late as he felt a blunt pain to his side. He had been kicked with a considerable amount of force, sending him crashing dozens of feet to the ground.

Not paying any attention to his broken rib, Rynor stood up, his expression unchanging.

"I have fought against my brother enough! If you think that this is going to affect me in any way, you are wrong!" he shouted, making mirrors appear around him and proceeded to punch them with all the might he could muster.

As usual, the mirrors absorbed the attack and began passing it from one to another, each time making it twice as powerful.

"I am really sick of your mirrors!" David roared in pure rage, the purple aura around him intensifying many times over.

He jumped so fast that it appeared like a blur, appearing next to one of these mirrors Rynor was using.

"Shatter!" David commanded the energy around his body to go to his right arm and assume the form of a one-meter sword.

He swung with all his strength and a second later the mirror that the false prince relied on cracked, shattering into countless smaller fragments.

Rynor was momentarily stunned by the sight, except the Dullahan and his brother no one had ever managed to break any of his mirrors.

"So what? I will just create more!" he roared changing his previous plan, summoning more and more mirrors. They began to clash into each other, forming one much more menacing.

"I will break that one too!" David declared as he let out an attack using all the aura that was surging around his body.

To his dismay, however, the mirror didn’t crack, managing to absorb the power, only to start glowing with threatening intensity.

"NO!" David shouted in realization. He wasn’t afraid for his life. What he feared was that now the mirror was going to let out an attack so devastating that it was going to level his hometown.

In a desperate move, he began to will the Abyss to appear. Alas, he was too late as the mirror unleashed a devastating attack.

A blinding light stopped everybody’s movement. A second later, hundreds of houses were nowhere to be seen; they all just looked like shallow forms of themselves, never to be restored again.

The fight between Zaroth and Ragnar also damaged the town, but it paled in comparison to what Rynor had done!

An anger so deep that he didn’t know he could feel these kinds of emotions began to arise deep in David’s soul as he witnessed his hometown reduced to nothing but simple rubble.

"I will kill you!" he roared, making the whole area be swallowed by the Abyss.

Being in his natural element, David’s mana core surged with power, splitting the ground beneath his feet, he shot towards Rynor faster than the speed of sound.

The false prince began to create mirrors, but it was all meaningless in his blind rage; David destroyed everything in sight.

Not only had he witnessed his home’s destruction—he had been responsible for being too weak to stop it—but the Abyss only amplified his emotions further.

"I will kill you!" he roared, getting closer and closer to the prince.

Due to his actions and not controlling his Abyssal power, David had also caught Ragnar and Zaroth, forcing them to enter the Abyss as well.

For a brief second, Zaroth’s eyes widened. Being in the Abyss, he felt his mana core starting to replenish at overwhelming speed.

"Now I don’t have to worry about my mana, I can truly go all out!" he realized, his beast sparing no effort to kill their master’s enemy.

However, it seems that he wasn’t alone, as Ragnar also felt a similar effect of the Abyss, even if a bit weaker. It was most likely having to do with him bearing a Fragment as well.

"This! Now I can use it as many times as I want!" Ragnar shouted in pure bliss. The area lost color as he slashed once again.

Dozens of times the vicinity lost its color as with each swing the mad prince made, he was using his skill with the goal of decapitating Zaroth and his beasts.

"Ghost, you are much stronger than I thought you were!" he admitted, his eyes stopping at the dragon for a fraction of a second.

Ragnar had fought long enough against Zaroth to figure out that the man was a beast tamer that was able to raise the dead and that the dragon was most likely under his command.

To have a mythical beast under your command was something yet to be recorded in the history books.

This meant that Zaroth was truly extraordinary.

"That will only make me more famous when I defeat you!" Ragnar shouted, matching Zaroth and his beast’s blows on about equal grounds while dodging Luna’s attacks.

At the usually peaceful Abyss, four great fighters were fighting, causing chaos and devastation rarely seen in the place.

It was sooner or later bound to attract attention, meaning it wasn’t that surprising as soon a creature that blended in perfectly with the darkness and purple glow of the Abyss was silently observing the fight before it.

Slowly, its mouth split open as it reached its ears and spoke with a low, throaty tone.

"Prey,"

It was the way the creature with six hollow eye sockets categorized the great fighters before it.

Seeing that the beings were too absorbed in their own fight, it came to realize that if it attacked, they would not be able to react in time.

"Time to hunt," it spoke slowly, getting closer to its prey.