A Drink For A Human?
A few hours ago, in the training hall, a man and woman were sparring with each other. The man had a slave collar around him, while the beautiful yet fierce ghoul woman was dressed in a simple blue training gown that revealed her slender arms and a glimpse of her ample breasts and succulent thighs.
"Looking so tired already? I am just getting warmed up," Mira snickered with a smug smile as she walked around an exhausted Damien.
"Right….Anybody two entire realms above me can say….the same thing…" Damien said with a shake of his head while trying to catch his breath. He had been sparring with her for more than an hour, and it was no surprise that he couldn't match her endurance, considering how massive her nethereal energy reserves were.
Damien wasn't using his Anti-God Arts at all since he knew he couldn't use them in his upcoming slave duel.