Although the entire manor had fallen into darkness, by Shade's own time, it was already lunchtime this Monday. Yet he had not managed to eat even a single bite.
He felt his own hunger, recalling the sensations of devouring the Lord of the Blood Feast's divinity twice and the moments when he had used the Lord of the Blood Feast's power several times. Interestingly enough, Shade had acquired divinity from quite a few gods so far, but perhaps because the Lord of the Blood Feast alone had given him two drops, he understood that god's power more thoroughly than any other.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes. Just as the charging ogre was about to reach him, Shade suddenly opened them. The faint golden gleam in his eyes made the fallen monster freeze, as though it had encountered some natural predator. Then it heard a voice that nearly shattered its soul:
"Not enough!"
The gluttonous desire of a god, aided by the faint divine power within him—even if he was merely imitating the words spoken by the god at the dining table—was enough to crush the soul of the monster before him, which also possessed the Great Desire of Gluttony.
The bloated monster collapsed in the corridor. Just as Shade worried that it was blocking his path, the pink chunks of flesh covered in black fur began to break apart.
Shade watched the scene suspiciously, ready at any moment to counter any possible attack. But this time, he had indeed overthought it. The influence of that shout was even greater than he had imagined. The pink chunks of flesh with black fur slid down piece by piece, falling onto the filthy floor thick with dust, mold, and snow blown in through the windows, before quickly turning into a