As he walked back towards the city, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He was growing stronger, his control over the chaotic energy improving with each passing day. He was determined to unlock his full potential, to become a force to be reckoned with in this new world.
But amidst his triumph, a lingering loneliness tugged at his heart. He was the last of his kind, a demon living among humans, his true nature hidden from the world.
Creeeak! He opened the door of the guild and approached the receptionist.
"Lara, I'm back from the dungeon and cleared it," Dakrea said, placing the ogre's heart and other trophies on the table.
Lara, the receptionist, looked up from her paperwork, her eyes widening in surprise. "Already?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration. "That was quick! You must be quite the adventurer."