Teclos spent the next day hunting again.
Same as yesterday, he repeated the same rhythm. The northern forest had many beasts, and by the time the sun began to sink behind the clouds and mountains, fewer of them remained alive.
By evening, the blood orb inside his dark dimension had grown twice as large as yesterday.
And so had his strength.
Still, the wyvern remained on the mountain, unaware of what was happening below it. Teclos made sure of that. He took only enough from the forest to grow stronger, but not enough to make the change noticeable.
For the villagers, however, things had changed.
Before, Teclos had been a dangerous and unknown stranger.
Now... he was still dangerous, but they were grateful because of that bandit incident. Men nodded their heads when he passed. Women whispered behind his back. Children stared with awe from behind doorframes until their mothers pulled them away.
