Chương 1158: Double-Edged Power (Part 2)

"Werepeople hate humans for using Forbidden Magic on them and for turning them into hybrids. You stay here while I go take a look." Morok said.

He didn't like shapeshifting back into his Tyrant form because just like a Balor, his eyes would naturally absorb part of the respective elemental energy they were attuned with. Morok feared that the voices might return or that he might Awaken.

'According to Master Ajatar, my mana core is blue. Awakening without external help could make me blow up just like it would happen to Quylla if Mogar doesn't give me a hand.' He thought.

Luckily for him, without the eye technique that his father had taught him, Morok didn't experience any discomfort. He leisurely strolled toward the village with the best next thing to a smile that his mouth filled with the razor-sharp teeth could make.