Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires

Even if Zaroth had accumulated a great amount of damage, he hadn’t dismissed his beasts.

Not caring that the scenery around them had changed in the slightest, they acted in unison.

Silverfang, having already used a great amount of mana, had returned to top condition, his body now whole. He shot forward, his jaws opening wide, letting out a mighty howl. The four unnamed wolves followed their pack leader, they too attacking with everything they got.

Hellweaver moved its bulky body, shaking the ground with each step, as the spider opened its jaws in an attempt to poison the entity.

Nightshade had already positioned herself behind the creature. With a swift and silent movement, she emerged from her shadow, fangs aimed at the neck.

The sky, once bright, was beginning to darken into night—but Luna’s attack lit the area up with a brilliant glow.

"Troublesome," the entity muttered in a low voice, dispelling the attacking beasts as fast as possible.

Only Nightshade was able to dodge the fast attack, even though she was a little hurt in the process.

Raising its two hands, the being shielded its face as it was assaulted by the devastating inferno.

When the flames died down, the ground beneath was scorching hot, yet its body remained intact.

Luna, knowing that this wasn’t going to be enough, had already flown towards the being, her giant claws slashing with dashing speed.

Once it was hit, the being was surprised as it was lifted off its feet, being swung to the side.

David was about to rush and attack as well, knowing their best chance was to attack with everything they had at the same time, but found himself unable to, as his knees buckled. He was in no state to move.

"What is that?" he asked, looking behind him, only for his eyes to widen as he realized that the Spectral Warden wasn’t behind him.

The guardian had disappeared so fast that only now did he realize the being that always tried to drive him mad was nowhere to be seen.

"It will come back, right?" David muttered. A sly smile appeared on his face. It was weird—he had hated the being with his guts, but now that it was nowhere to be found, he found himself missing it.

"You alive?"

David’s thoughts were interrupted as a ragged voice came from his side.

Shifting his gaze, the sly smile that David had enlarged as he saw Zaroth.

However, just as fast as it appeared, it disappeared as he saw that from the demonic mask a great deal of blood was flowing—from the mouth and the eye sockets, several trails of crimson blood were falling on the ground, leaving a trail of blood behind Zaroth.

"I should be the one asking you!" David spoke with worry, forcing himself to get up on his feet to lend his friend a shoulder.

"No point," Zaroth muttered, falling to his knees.

"Look at the two of us, we are dead men walking at this point." A slight chuckle escaped from Zaroth’s mouth, surprising even himself.

David furrowed his brow, "We have survived worse! We will be fine now as well!" he reassured.

Zaroth coldly shook his head, "Tell me, how did we survive last time?"

"Well, we… with the help of hea—" David stopped mid-sentence, suddenly realizing the problem.

Zaroth, being on the frontlines, had realized something long time ago: the place here had no living soul.

There was no healer to heal them.

All the internal wounds they had accumulated weren’t going to disappear just like that.

This wasn’t the center of the capital with constant healers always available.

This was the ruined hometown of David. There was no person to help them in their situation.

A silent curse escaped David’s mouth before collapsing on the ground as well. His gaze going back to the entity.

All of Zaroth’s beasts had been damaged, their bodies split in two, making them unable to fight. Only Luna remained in her dragon form, fending off against the entity of great power.

She was able to go toe-to-toe, even overpower it at certain moments, but…

"Ugh!" Zaroth’s vision blurred as he fell to the ground. This wasn’t the Abyss; his mana could only support Luna fighting at full power for so long.

"I have to—" David’s voice began to trail off, his consciousness giving away due to the blood loss.

Zaroth gritted his teeth as he watched Luna, managing to protect him.

He didn’t have the mana to heal any of his other beasts or move his body, so he was forced to lie as a blood pool began to form under him.

His eyes felt heavy, starting to close. His body was giving out, yet he was unwilling to dismiss Luna.

He would rather die by mana overuse than by the hands of the entity.

After an unknown period of time, the sounds of battle stopped.

Unknown to him, the being had retreated. It hadn’t been able to beat Luna, as its powers had run out, forcing it to go back.

Seeing the danger had passed, Luna returned to Zaroth’s soul, not wanting to put more pressure on his mana core.

’Zaroth?’ she called out to him, yet no answer came.

Zaroth and David just lay in the middle of the rubble, the town reduced to nothing. Both of them barely alive.

It was sure that the two of them were going to die… that was until a voice muttered:

"What do we have here?"

By the sounds of it, it belonged to a man with an unnaturally pleasant voice.

The figure clad in black robes and mask gazed at the two men, until his eyes stopped at the odachi Zaroth held firmly in his hand.

With his interest piqued, he took a few steps toward the blade and inspected it.

"These runes…"

A sigh escaped his lips.

"Well, I can’t let you die just yet. I need to know how you got your hands on something like this."