Turf War (Part 4)

'Sadly, Orulm is right. His usefulness still outweighs his arrogance.' Vastor inwardly sighed.

"Indeed. The only reason I don't kill you here and now is that I don't want to waste the countless hours of work I put into finding a proper monster core for you." The arrays faded, replaced by barely enough food to stabilize Orulm's body.

The Eldritch gorged himself, even licking the floor to not miss a single crumb of the precious meal and appreciating the hunger fading back in the corner of his mind. It was still there, a constant reminder of the consequences of defiance and a glimmer of hope to keep him loyal.

"On top of that, if you were to die, your powers and knowledge would be lost forever. You are still valuable to me, but I won't hesitate getting rid of you if you become a liability greater than your worth as an asset." Vastor said.