Not so far from where Vorath was, in the air, glancing below him, the smile on Sable his face vanished.
"…oh, how I waited for this moment"
Because of what had happened two weeks ago, when an S-rank dungeon exploded and when any monster went frenzy to kill anyone on the other side of the world, Sable also sent his Kin there.
To conquer the Silva City...
Sadly nothing like that happened at all and now he was the last of his tribe.
After that war 50 years ago, his tribe members number went from thousands to hundreds.
Many titan shifters died in that war but they still lost and retreated to the west side of the continent.
Things were bad for him and his tribe members at that moment.
Sable thought Demon King would reward him but not only he didn't reward them but he also forsaken them.
The reason? He didn't have any use of him.
For many years Sable felt dispersed and now when he gambled and took great risk sent in last reaming his brethren sent into the human domain through dungeon breakout only to find that they were dead.
Sable felt an incredible amount of rage. Rage at Demon King, Rage at those humans, Rage at every existence.
Then shortly after his members died, his contractor also died.
After finding out who was behind all of this Sable decided to kill that human, to appease his anger.
But he doesn't want to kill him with his own hands that's why he goes to Vorath, the matriarch of the Malic clan.
He will use him for his revenge...
His plan to manipulate Vorath for revenge now unfolded like a dark symphony, the chords of which resonated with the echoes of betrayal and forsaken kin.
Hovering in the air, Sable's eyes glowed with a mixture of malice and anticipation. "Vorath, my unwitting puppet, your rage will be the instrument of my vengeance. The flames of your wrath will consume the one who dared to extinguish the last embers of my tribe."
His bat-like wings extended, casting a shadow over the desolate landscape below. The once-mighty titan shifter demon found himself caught in the crossfire of demonic politics and personal vendettas.
As Sable moved with purpose, he couldn't help but reflect on the irony of his situation. He, who had once harboured dreams of conquest and glory, was now a lone avenger seeking retribution against those who had cast him aside.
The red sky above seemed to reflect the turmoil within Sable's heart. He wasn't just seeking vengeance against the one responsible for his tribe's demise; he hungered for a reckoning with the very forces that had forsaken him.
"My revenge will be twofold," Sable whispered to himself, the words carried away by the wind. "First, the one who orchestrated the downfall of my brethren will face the wrath of Vorath. And second, the Demon King himself will know the fury of a titan shifter scorned."
Flapping his enormous bat-like wings, Sable disappeared in the distance.
"So how's gang members training going?"
"I see."I half-closed my eyes and lazily said," And what about the ranked-up herb I talked about?"
"Here." Saying that Jonathan handed me an herb.
I examined the herb Jonathan handed me, its vibrant hues catching my attention. The herb, known as Celestial Bloom, possessed petals that shimmered in ethereal shades of azure and silver, forming a mesmerizing pattern reminiscent of distant galaxies. Orıginal content can be found at 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝗂𝗋𝖾⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥
"Excellent choice, Jonathan. Celestial Bloom is renowned for its potent healing properties and its ability to enhance magical prowess. This will be a valuable addition for me." I remarked, acknowledging his efforts in securing such a prized herb.
As I held the Celestial Bloom, I observed its delicate yet resilient structure. The herb emitted a faint, soothing fragrance, and its leaves held a subtle luminescence, hinting at the latent magical energy within.
It's been three days since I got my hands on [Healberry] fruit and had the last call with Isabella.
Currently, I'm at the headquarters of the Black colour gang for the herb that forcefully helped me to break through the next rank.
And also there are two days left till the holiday comes to an end, that means academy will start in three days and I don't know when will I have chance to come here.
So there is something I must do before heading back...
"Jonathan, don't you want to recognize your gang by others in the world not as criminals but as respectable organizations?"
I'm going to swallow the whole black colour gang and make everyone my pawn but for that to happen I have to control Jonathon first...
"Are you joking Lucas? After all, who will recognize a bunch of criminals out there in the world?"
"No, I'm not joking at all."
Jonathan looked at me, his expression a mix of curiosity and caution. "What do you have in mind, Lucas?"
"I'm considering rebranding the Black Colour Gang into something more... reputable," I replied, my gaze fixed on the Celestial Bloom in my hand. "We'll shed the criminal image and establish ourselves as an organization known for its influence and power, operating within the shadows but respected nonetheless."
Jonathan's eyes widened slightly, absorbing the implications of the transformation I envisioned for the gang. "A rebranding? How do you plan to pull that off?"
"We transfer the black colour gang into a mercenary group," I said with a smirk on my face. After I had that talk with my father at the office I began to consider this plan.
A group composed of talented unaffiliated individuals who do tasks for money. Be it killing certain monsters, villains, or corrupt individuals. They were the ones you would call.
Mercenary groups were just as popular as guilds, with some being just as influential as some of the top guilds in the world.
After all, if the black colour gang turned into a mercenary group then I also don't have to worry about exposing myself to the world.