Reborn As An Evolving Monster

Mark stared into Elisa's eyes for a bit, before turning away.

He walked towards the darkness.

The High Elven Pupil shone as he focused on his sense of sight, and his eyebrow twitched.

A moist cloud exited his mouth as he breathed out.

The interruption had come at the worst time possible, and Mark wasn't about to let that slide.

Despite his best efforts to suppress them, the shivers going up and down his body didn't stop. Her touch was magnetic, and he couldn't wait to go back to her.

'Let's deal with this quickly.' Mark thought to himself as he cracked his neck.

The High Elven Pupil shone brighter, and he stopped momentarily.

Mark's eyes widened as his frustration and annoyance turned into...

'Mmm?' Elisa tilted her head to a side as a wall was erected using Earth Magic.

Mark took a step forward.

"I'll be back in a second."

"Kay..." 

Elisa thought his voice cold as she placed a strand of hair behind her ear, but she didn't think about it too much.

She was prepared to help if need be, but she remained seated, with her arms hugging her folded knees.

  'Huh...' Elisa turned around, looking for the Moonlit Feline.

She scratched her head as she found Krista lying and rolling around on the ground.

'Would've been embarrassing if you had been staring...' Elisa felt her face redden at the thought. 'If you had been staring at...' Her hands slowly made their way down her shins.

She lay her cheek against her left knee, and waited.

Mark clenched his fists.

His blood was boiling.

Neighhh-

Pant-

Pant-

Neighhh-

The Monster's appearance resembled others Mark had seen.

It resembled the Minotaurs that inhabited the Dungeon's Eighth Floor.

Its body and hooves were the same.

It strongly resembled the Eight Floor's Boss Monster, the Royal Minotaur.

Although it stood at about four meters tall.

Its head, too, was different, as it resembled that of a horse.

But those differences didn't matter to Mark.

What made Mark's blood boil was,

Neighhh-

Pant-

Pant-

Neighhh-

The Monster was frantically shaking.

The expression it bore, was that of a mad horse.

Clouds of fog exited its nostrils as its breathing grew heavier and heavier.

Mark's face twisted.

Pulsing-

Throbbing-

Stroking-

It seemed like Mark had interrupted as much as he had been interrupted.

The Monster wasn't moving.

Mark extended his arms forward.

Let's deal with this quickly-

His eyebrow twitched as the Monster took a step forward.

It had been standing about eighty meters away which made it invisible in the darkness.

But it seemed like they hadn't been made invisible by that darkness.

Horses and, therefore, Monsters resembling them aren't known for their vision for eyesight. Still, Passive Skills can be developed over time.

Mark lowered his chin, perhaps instinctively, before lowering his arms.

The Monster's panting grew more intense, just like its anger. Having been left unsatisfied when so close to...

There was only one thing to do.

From the instant Mark had laid eyes on the Monster in the distance, he could tell.

The Monster didn't see him at all.

Or rather, he didn't exist in its eyes.

What it cared about, what it had been looking at, what it wanted was...

Neighh-

Neighh-

NEIGHH-

The Monster's neighing grew frantic as it started moving forward with its arms extended in front of it.

The ground cracked below Mark as he launched himself forward.

Closing the distance, partly thanks to the "Wind Burst" Skill, only took an instant.

Even when he was standing in front of it, the Monster didn't look his way.

All it saw, was the wall of dirt hiding her. Hiding it. The object of its desire.

Mark's anger grew.

He was so close to it, yet the Monster didn't care at all.

Proof of its strength and confidence? Nay.

Had that been the case, Mark wouldn't have felt such rage. Feeling angry and belittled by an enemy ignoring his presence was a thing of the past. 

It was proof of one thing.

The Monster's lust.

Flames suddenly oozed from Mark's arm as he clenched his left fist.

Wind Burst-

Wind Blast-

BAM-

The attack connected with the Monster's stomach.

The explosion caused a cloud of smoke.

But despite the damage incurred, an elbow connected with Mark's skull, sending him out of the way.

Pant-

Pant-

Neighh-

Its stomach had been heavily damaged. The skin covering it had been burnt and blown away.

But that didn't matter.

Life itself didn't matter in the face of...

[Your Skill "Berserker[A]" is activating!]

As soon as he had been thrown out of the way, Mark used his four limbs and tail to stop the momentum.

Using those same four limbs, he launched himself forward, refusing to give even an inch.

Refusing to let it get closer by one additional step.

Forbidding it from looking at her.

Forbidding her from looking at it.

Disgust and anger fueled him as a dark puplish Aura started oozing from his body.

A tail flick swept the Monster's legs off the ground.

It collapsed without closing its eyes, without looking away from that wall.

From the hand that Mark had placed on the ground to balance himself as he spun to attack with his tail, Frost spread.

The ice moved up the Monster's arms.

It fought against it, but each time a crack was made, the layer of ice covering those arms thickened.

Still, the Monster didn't look away and, instead, moved forwards and backwards slowly, rubbing against the ground its throbbing-

NEIGHHHH-

A Spear made from Corruption Magic impalled the Monster.

Mark let go of that Spear, but, unlike how it usually went, the Spear didn't turn back into the dark liquid it was made of.

It remained there, keeping the Monster in place.

But despite the pain, the Monster-

The crouching Mark grabbed the Monster's head before knocking it against the ground.

The Monster's body started moving frantically right away as it couldn't see the target anymore. The target of its lust.

Only then, did the Monster's cries express the pain it was going being subjected to, as if it had been in a trance all along.

It slowly moved its head to the side, only to find a white-scaled Monster's frightening face inches away.

"Mine."

The Monster's head was knocked against the ground once more, before it was let go of.

The ice was still keeping it from moving. It couldn't run or stand.

All it could do was listen to the white-scaled Monster's steps.

Three steps.

Mark lay a foot on the Monster's shin.

"Mine." He repeated, before the Monster's shin broke under the weight.