Magic Items Part I

Scutum’s Point of View

After they had made a contract to serve the Chief, the little figure in front of them released his true power openly.

The black hair and the ugly face were removed. His black hair turned white. The black birthmark on the face was gone. And it was like the skin on his face was sloughed off. It was bright and firm, like the skin of a newborn baby. The face was clean and clear, like a porcelain tile. Around him, there was a cool breeze filled with gloomy emotions, creating pressure that made it undesirable to come near.

The released waves of magical power were so many times stronger than those of the Archwizards he had met.

Scutum's heart beat like a drum being drummed. His body felt a tremendous magical power pressing down, creating an uncomfortable feeling and making him feel like he was standing in front of a colossal giant.

In front of this little Chief, my existence was like a small ant.