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The Prince of Cruelty was surprised he could even breathe. He had never thought the simple action of taking in air and releasing it was so invigorating… but the sweetness of proving he was alive felt unparalleled.
He… he was the victor.
He had won.
Won against that damned Sun Bather.
Gorock spent a few seconds reveling in victory. His heart pumped new doses of blood into his veins, slowly healing him from the ground up.
Then, he wasted no time.
With a sluggish and soft movement, Gorock began inching himself towards his mansion.
There, he could fully recuperate and gain back his power.
But just then… his face darkened to a painful expression when he sensed a faint movement in the waters.
He cursed, hastening his movements to the stone fortress. There was a bit of desperation in his crimson eyes.
It didn't matter if the Sun Bather was awake!