Abyssal War Body 2.0

The curse of an enemy echoed through Istaroth's mind like the tolling of a bell.

Fate truly toyed with people. He had gone from ingredient to slave, then from slave to toy. At last, after great difficulty, he had become a free man—only for a single sentence to place another master over his head.

In that instant, a surge of courage suddenly rose within Istaroth.

He wanted to curse the Sovereign before him, curse this world that had toyed with him. But the moment that courage emerged, it vanished completely beneath Samael's aura.

If he had possessed such courage, he would have died back in the Pasture World. How could he have lived until now?

Besides, so what if he had another master over his head?

Having two more masters over his head while living as a dragon was no great matter. They were all pieces on the Sovereign's chessboard anyway. Who was nobler than whom?

Besides, what Samael said truly made sense.

By Abyss customs, if the Legion Commander ate meat, then as his adjutant, Istaroth would at least get to drink his fill of the soup.

For the Abyss to become a civilization, its society could not consist solely of deception and betrayal. Building stable communities of shared interests and maintaining a certain social contract within the group were indispensable processes.

If luck was on his side, he might even take another step forward.

After all, that was an Abyss Blessed. Any creature favored by the Abyss could never be weak.

"Thank you for your concern. I am deeply honored by your concern, great Sovereign."

Samael did not care about Istaroth's answer. A little fifth-level creature was, at most, a main course to him. Any flattery from it was utterly insignificant.

With a beat of the wings behind