Learning Illusion Magic!
Bruce, unbothered by the wary glances from his subjects, indulged in the feast before him. The fallen ferocious wolves, if left untouched, would merely decay into the earth, their essence wasted. Why not, Bruce pondered, harness this raw energy, channeling it into strength? His extraordinary digestive capabilities, coupled with the peculiar temporal acceleration he experienced, allowed him to consume the remains of the fallen without the slightest discomfort.
Yet, as his gaze drifted to the lifeless forms of the wild boars and werewolves, casualties of the earlier skirmish, a flicker of contemplation crossed his draconic features. A ravenous appetite stirred within him, yet he knew the delicate balance of loyalty and fear that tethered his subjects to him. To consume these once-loyal beings without cause could breed dissent, could chill the very marrow of trust that bound his makeshift family.