"Uh... I think she went a little overboard, are you gonna be able to devour?"
Berkah's clone nudged at him, noticing how nothing was left of the fifth floor.
"Meh... It doesn't matter, they were all fodder anyway."
Berkah shrugged, his Mana Pool had grown so vast that the accumulated lifeforce from the Hellhounds would have been like a drop of water into the ocean.
"So... Her loyalty seems to be genuine, are you gonna go back home with her?"
The clone asked, its eyebrow raised.
"You already know the answer to that..."
Berkah narrowed his eyes at Valeria's bridal gown-adorned skeletal frame.
"...I'll devour her as soon as I am able."
Berkah's eyes were illuminated by a glint of pure malice, to him, Valeria's existence was one that caused him to be extremely frustrated.
She possessed something that he could not take for himself.
