needed to be dealt with.

Brutols awoke early the next morning, knowing he could launch a surprise attack on the sleeping Ogres. Lazy and greedy, they wouldn't wake before mid-morning. Unlike most empowered individuals who often grew arrogant and lazy, Brutols’ mentality was strong and disciplined. He wouldn’t let such an opportunity slip away. Arriving at the Ogres' cave once more, Brutols found no guards posted—a rare chance he wouldn’t miss.

Acknowledging the Ogres' pitiful intellect, Brutols refrained from complacency. Channeling his fire abilities, he set the entire cave ablaze, the flames kindled by carefully placed firewood. The Ogres, waking to the inferno, grabbed their weapons and tried to charge out, only to find Brutols awaiting them.

Though afraid, their rage clouded their judgment. Had they realized the true danger, they would never have confronted Brutols. However, he gave them no chance to flee, launching countless fireballs and turning them into barbecued meat. Misjudging his capacity, the Ogres continued their hopeless charge, falling one by one.

The Ogre leader began to comprehend the gravity of the situation, yet there was no escape. Choosing to stay among his horde rather than lead from the front, he found himself trapped as Brutols wiped out the front ranks. Pinned under the chaos of his maddened brethren, the leader met an ironic end—trampled to death by his own tribe.

Without their leader’s Bloodlust boost, the Ogres' movements slowed significantly. This shift increased Brutols' advantage; his success relied heavily on their slower pace. Brutols, growing stronger and more proficient with each spell, felt his resolve unwavering even as fatigue set in. 

Ultimately, Brutols exterminated the Ogres. Catching his breath, he smiled at the rigorous, yet rewarding, battle. However, he lamented the implication that many had previously fallen prey to these bloodthirsty creatures, enabling their numbers to swell.

Entering the Ogre cave, Brutols found it warm, damp, and outrageously large, akin to a palace. The Ogres' obsession with vast living spaces stemmed from a distorted sense of superiority. They didn't eat humans out of preference but out of a deluded belief that doing so placed them atop the food chain, relishing the inferiority of those who ate vegetables and meats.

Examining human behavior for insight, Brutols had encountered books detailing the Ogres' mentality: their consumption of human flesh symbolized a sick elevation in status. Eventually, excessive human consumption led their leader to mutate—not becoming rational, but cunning and crueler.

In the cave, Brutols discovered female Ogres feasting on fresh human meat. Disgusted to the point of vomiting, he quickly launched fireballs, reducing them to ashes. Proceeding d

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