"That's quite a big piece," it said with a smile on its face.
It is a handsome man, an elf with a green face, who looks like it was sculpted by a grandmaster.
It would be handsome enough to make anyone fall in love with it, if it were not for the thick pus coming out of nearly every part of its body.
The man in front of me is a damn host. Unlike the infected monsters, this one has an itornas inside it.
'I am truly fucked!' I thought. It is powerful enough to tear me apart quite easily. I have information about it, and this is one of the most powerful itornas hosts among all.
According to information, it is the fifth most powerful host. Something I am no match for.
"Thank you, Prime Lemeryn," I replied with a smile. To that, a surprise appeared on its face.
"It seemed like they didn't forget me," he said with a grin. "Of course not," I replied, shaking my head.
The itornas had captured him four centuries ago, turning him into the host.
