Zarathos gazed greedily at the crowds coming and going along the street, longing to rip out all their souls on the spot and devour them in one gulp.
In the end, however, he resisted the temptation, because he wanted more.
There were plenty of people here, but compared to the population of the entire world, they were nothing. So, rather than their souls, he craved the method that had turned these people into what they were.
As long as he obtained that method, the entire Blue Planet would become his dining hall, and he could cultivate an endless supply of high-quality souls.
Every time he thought about it, he could barely contain his excitement. A radiant smile even spread across his face.
That was precisely why he forced himself to suppress his desire, letting all that delicious food wander before him so he would not alert the person behind it all and scare them off.
As he pondered this, his expression suddenly froze. His senses told him that someone seemed to have set their sights on him.
And those watching him were mere mortals.
An odd smile immediately appeared on Zarathos's face.
Glancing at his surroundings, he deliberately pretended not to notice anything and walked into an alley beside him.
After he entered the alley, three young men quickly followed him, cruel smiles on their faces.
A few minutes later, Zarathos emerged from the alley wearing a thoroughly satisfied smile. As for those three young men, they had naturally vanished without a trace.
None of this had caused the slightest disturbance or drawn anyone's attention, so Zarathos believed no one had discovered him.
What he did not know was that, inside a Dark Temple at the center of the territory, a flash of black light swept over the clay statue