Mark felt a certain pull towards the next block.
Why was 'He' smiling, when he was so small and alone against such gigantic and numerous enemies?
The white-scaled Monster pondered that question, but he could understand the feeling.
There's a certain exquisite pleasure that comes with toppling things bigger than itself. And when their side also has an advantage in numbers? Even better.
Still, Mark didn't fully understand that feeling.
Is it simply a meaningless pleasure that comes with defeating those "Greater" than one's self? With showing them that they weren't truly "Greater"? With showing yourself that you weren't truly "Lesser"? Or is there something more to it?
He moved to stand in front of the next block, and stared without wiping the dust off.
He stared and stared, Devouring with his eye anything that could be seen through the dust. There really wasn't much he could see, but he could feel his excitement building up.
