Feeling his body connect to the space in front of the starting village he had originated from, Astaroth focused his mind and mana, taking a step forward. His body lurched forward, passing through an invisible film, giving him a bit of the same feeling as when he used the teleporter.
Appearing in front of the village, his stomach churned a little. Keeling over a bush to the side, Astaroth threw up.
'Hah. Weak mortal. That's what you get for using my powers without paying the just price.'
Astaroth answered out loud, not even bothering to waste the mental message.
"Shut up. You were trying to rip me off. And since you belong to me, now, I can do as I please."
'Tsk.'
Hearing the tongue click, Astaroth knew he had won that bout.
