He was washing me. I just stared into the tree line.
The new skill: Mana Sponge, allowed me to get 1% worth of mana from every human on my territory.
It was still Level 1.
"Titan," I whispered. Did he love me? Or was I just a steppingstone? I wanted to ask him that, but I just closed my mouth shut.
"I am thinking about us, Sylvan. All of us," he brushed my lower region with the washing cloth, but I didn't feel anything from that.
I was spent. That bird was not going to fly in the coming days. Of that much, I was certain.
"Who is us?"
I was tired, and sore, and naked.
Something I had never expected I'd be after someone lied to me. Tricked me into becoming stronger at the price of human lives.
I knew full well that it was just one percent now, but the more tourists were going to come into my lands, the stronger the skill was going to be.