Chapter 607

Chapter 607: Ominous Fury

"Didn’t you know any control magic? Like binding?" Jesse asked.

"Charm magic, but it rarely works on strong-willed beings. Doesn’t do much against brainless ones either…" Molofeel admitted.

"So it’s useless, Sayaad." The imp beside them stifled a laugh. "Hard to imagine how your pathetic mind tricks could ever help the Master."

Molofeel glanced at the imp. "Remember this foolishness you spoke today."

Jesse recalled facing Dethmoora head-on. She’d instantly cast terrifying dark magic that seized his throat, choking off his breath. Without the Unending Breath spell buying him a moment, he’d have blacked out or suffocated.

What magic was that? A Death Knight’s Choking Spell from the games?

If only he could learn it. But Dethmoora’s incantation escaped him—she’d chanted too fast, merely pointing a finger before the spell took hold. One moment he stood ready; the next, invisible force throttled him, leaving no chance to memorize the words.

Could Arcane Intellect help recreate that moment in his mind?

Best not to risk using Arcane Intellect again so soon, though. Malin’s warning couldn’t be ignored. Better to focus on practicing the magic before him.

"Enough arguing," Jesse said. "Find ways to stall that Felhound. Don’t kill it—I can’t cast summoning spells too many times today without consequences. See these fallen stones and pillars, Molofeel? Use them to evade the beast. Buy me as many attempts as possible to cast enslavement magic."

"Following orders is my only choice." The succubus leaned aside, tail flicking.

Jesse used up a Soul Shard chanting the Felhound summon. He didn’t wield the Gorefiend’s Staff, instead tearing open a void rift barehanded with shadow energy—yielding a weaker Felhound.

As the spell ended, a medium-sized Felhound tumbled from the rift. It snarled in staccato bursts, scanning its surroundings.

Molofeel scooped up a rock fragment and hurled it. The Felhound had been eyeing Jesse but whirled toward the succubus, lunging viciously.

Come.

He craved not just enslaving this Felhound, but obliterating it—and everything else. The garden trapping him outside, the cowardly Highborne hiding behind walls, the half-breeds blocking his path to Gadgetzan…

An instant later, he recognized his fury spiraling out of control.

His lips almost formed the Scorch Curse, the urge to incinerate the Felhound overwhelming him. Though he didn’t utter the spell, flames erupted from his fist—clenched for enslavement magic, not destruction…

As his rage blazed, the dark chain sigil flickered, then dissolved into cursed fire. The Felhound shrieked louder as demonic flames engulfed its head, charring it to ash before hollowing its chest…

It happened in a breath. Jesse wrestled down the surge of fury with practiced discipline.

But the Felhound was gone. He sensed no soul escaping to the Twisting Nether—only complete incineration in his own hellfire.

Molofeel watched grimly, whether from witnessing a lesser demon’s abrupt end or something else. "Master," she said, gaze fixed on him, "that demon’s blood affects you too deeply."

"Don’t you like the Master this way?" The imp chuckled.

"I dislike the Master’s distress. Clearly, he’s profoundly troubled now." Molofeel’s glare burned into the imp. "My displeasure grows because you should’ve turned to ash alongside that Felhound."

The succubus radiated genuine wrath. The imp shrank back, snapping its mouth shut.

"Jesse."

Vereesa’s voice came from behind. He turned to see the elf at the passage entrance, half a roasted frog in hand.

"Are you alright?"