They All Say a Good Horse Doesn't Eat the Grass It Has Turned Back From, But What If My Self-

They All Say a Good Horse Doesn't Eat the Grass It Has Turned Back From, But What If My Self-Perception Is That of an Inferior Horse? — Bonus Chapter [25]

(Bonus chapter for brother "Fish Lying in Peach Blossom Spring" [2/5])

As a Greater Demon Lord, one had to maintain appearances. As the third-in-command of Fel Force, secretly colluding with the Void faction was truly not something that sounded good when spoken aloud.

Thus, after ending his communication with the Void Lord, Sarkir put on a show of seriously advancing various alchemical research projects that had actually been completed long ago. Then, carrying himself with the dignity expected of a "highly educated intellectual," he strolled leisurely out of his laboratory with measured steps.

The Man'ari Fel Punisher guarding the door stared straight ahead, displaying excellent discipline and earning Sarkir's satisfaction.

Unlike Kil'jaeden, who was devoted to improving the Burning Legion's military competence, Sarkir had never concealed his "racialist leanings." Nearly all the demon commanders and upper ranks in his faction were Man'ari.

The Shaper was filled with contempt for those demons born in the Twisting Nether, believing their wretched natures made them unfit for important responsibilities.

Of course, one could not say Sarkir's judgment was wrong.

Aside from a handful of races, those native demons truly found it difficult to possess the strategic vision required of senior commanders.

However, Sarkir had not often gone out to fight over the years. He had always been responsible for corrupting Titan Souls. Judging by Sargeras already having three fallen Titans under his command, The Shaper had indeed been diligent in this regard. Corrupting true gods into the domain of fel and granting them fel authority was no easy task.

Given a few hundred more years, he could ensure that every Titan Soul fell