She had used some sort of arcane spell that bent the sun's rays around herself, that's why I couldn't spot her.

But now the spell was gone, now I could see her.

She’s wearing a black coat that looks like it's made out of snake scales, maybe as a form of mockery for the Empire's symbology?

Her pants were likewise crafted out of the same type of snake scales.

Such extravagance can only mean this mage was immensely important, if I could kill her that should earn my creator renown far beyond what she has currently.

The only issue was why her spell was gone, has she run out of mana or was this spell something she could only maintain for a short while, perhaps this was even a trap?

This hill was in plain view of the Arthian army, so while they could witness my glorious victory they could also watch as I fell for a trap and died.

Cautiously, I inch forward.

Drawing closer to the new Rover front line, in an attempt to elicit some form of response from the mage.

She gives me none, she just stares at me with her cold, hateful eyes.

I can’t tell if she’s vulnerable or just luring me into a trap, she hasn’t even so much as blinked.

She’s just staring at me icily, daring me to get closer, to expose myself.

But I wasn’t the exposed one, because if someone like her was here instead of defending her general, then that meant she was passionate about safeguarding the lives of her fellow soldiers.

Or of course that her general is so well protected that a single summon won’t be able to do anything to him.

Or she could be here for an entirely different reason, still, if I’m wrong I might end up in a bad position but if I’m right, then I might be able to kill her with little risk.

After a brief pause, I charge the Rovers, stretching out even my locomotive tentacles to ensure that my attack will be truly devastating.

Crashing into their line I fling soldiers around left and right, like sacks of potatoes.

I’m not causing much damage, that's not my goal, disruption and horror are.

And to ensure that I achieve those goals, I’m going to have to break my first oath once more.

Wrapping a tentacle around one of the arms of a Rover I pull him in close, he surprisingly manages to hack my limb off his sword but I just grab onto him with a few more.

Slowly lifting him up so that the mage can see what I’m about to do, I lower him into my mouth.

Enduring the blows of his frenzied comrades as I crunch down into this disgusting morsel.

It's a risky move since I can’t see properly with all the guts covering my eye, but this is only phase one of my plan.

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And with one final crunch, I move on to phase two.

Spinning around I begin spitting out the brutalised remains of the Rover all over his comrades, the spray of blood and guts obscuring their vision.

More importantly though, it helps dampen their morale.

Hurriedly I start licking the blood off my eye, I need to able to see to take advantage of the chaos I’m causing.

A feeling of impossibility emanating ahead of me makes me hurry up, that mage was doing something.

After a few tense seconds, the blood and organs covering my eye are removed.

The first thing I focus on is the mage, nervous about what she was doing I expect to see some sort of apocalyptic spell being cast.

Thankfully, while she looks enraged by my actions, she’s not creating some sort of mega fireball.

It looks more like she's crafting an intensely bright ball of light instead of making a fireball.

So just a very hot fireball? I’m not too sure what that spell is and I certainly don’t want to find out.

So I go with the age old effective tactic of grabbing nearby soldiers and turning them into human shields.

I would throw them at her but she’s still too far away and it’s already a bit of a struggle to put them in front of me.

Luckily I manage to do it just as her spell finishes.

A ray of pure light bursts out of the palms of her hands, cutting through the air like a dagger as it slices straight through my centre of mass.

It was a spear of pure heat, if I hadn’t moved just barely to the right before she unleashed that spell it would have gone right through my mouth, maybe even my eye.

With a crackle I snap my shield's necks, letting their corpses flop to the ground, then I start to move forwards to confront the mage.

The soldiers rally themselves quickly though, so before I make it even a dozen steps in her direction I’m faced with another line of grim faced Rovers.

I don’t try to fight them, instead, I just barge my way through them, using my superior mass to push past them and towards my target.

They struggle of course, slamming swords into my flanks, cleaving off tendrils as well as tentacles.

But I’ve evolved.

These wounds are no longer as debilitating as they once would have been.

It's not just my physical prowess that's increased either, I feel more real, more physical than metaphysical.

This broad increase in my abilities means that even as the soldiers slash and stab at me, even as the mage conjures up another spell, and even as I become more hungry, I will win.

Bashing the final few brave idiots aside I storm towards the mage, her unflinching gaze doesn't waver even as I charge her, shes even stalwartly preparing another spell

Lunging forwards with every fibre of my being I reach her before she completes it, skewing her resolute body with my limbs.

Leaving nothing to chance I thrash my appendages wildly inside of her, ruining organs and any hope she had of ending me.

Still, though, she stares at me with steely eyes, hatred keeping her alive.

All that changes when I turn her heart into a smushy soup, her defiant gaze turns into a dead one.

Ripping my tentacles and tendrils free of her deceased form, I let her corpse fall to the ground, splattering liquefied organs everywhere.

Distant cheers sound out from the distance, I’ve earned myself as well as my creator glory.

Despair fueled screeches quickly drown out the jubilant cheers as the Rover troops begin to rout.

Scattering in all directions in a bid to get away from me now that I’ve killed their only possible saviour.

I would hunt them down but I’m hungry, plus I should probably go reinforce Malgazar.

The lack of intense screeches and a very loud thunderous thump likely meant its battle wasn’t going very well.