As the carriage door was torn apart by the man, he cast a clear gaze inside.

The interior of the carriage held an eerie quality; aside from the young girl and the space where she sat, everything was enveloped in a deep, impenetrable blackness.

This peculiar darkness rendered everything inside the carriage invisible to the man except for the girl.

Trembling, the girl turned her gaze toward the man and asked, "What are you going to do to me?"

The man nonchalantly tossed the door aside and replied, "Oh, I'm not going to do anything to you. But Please, don't be disappointed. In reality, I'm quite eager to play with you. But, to your luck, our leader is in search of a mating partner, and you will be a perfect match for him," he said with a sinister grin.

"Guhf," the coachman gasped as the man holding him by his clothes tightened his grip, making it even harder for the coachman to breathe.

Witnessing the coachman's struggle for breath, the man who restrained him callously remarked, "Die quickly; we haven't had any food for weeks."

He then turned his attention towards the carriage, inquiring, "Did you have anything valuable inside?"

"Hey, Alron, what do you have inside the carriage?" he shouted towards the man inside.

The man inside the carriage responded, "Nothing valuable to you, but I have something better," intriguing his partner with his reply.

And As Alron extended his hand toward the young girl in the carriage, her trembling intensified, and fear gripped her. His malicious smile widened at her growing terror.

However, just as Alron's hand reached out for the girl, emerging from the darkness within the carriage, another hand appeared and grabbed his hand, causing it to freeze in place.

"What the..." Alron muttered in confusion, taken aback by the sudden interruption. He attempted to pull his hand back, but it was firmly held by the mysterious hand.

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"Show yourself, bastard?" Alron demanded, trying to kick toward the direction from which the hand emerged. But to his shock, the hand that had grabbed him swiftly retreated into the darkness, pulling him along with it like a fish that had been baited.

"Alron!" the other man called out repeatedly, but there was no response. After waiting for a few minutes and receiving no answer, confusion gnawed at him. He decided to approach the carriage to check on Alron's well-being.

As he moved closer to the carriage, he dragged the coachman along with him, who was still in his grip.

"What's the matter? Can't you hear my voice?" he inquired as he reached the carriage. He peered inside, with concern growing.

As the man peered inside, something suddenly dashed from the carriage with such force that it nearly struck his face. He couldn't discern what had been hurled outside, but the suddenness of it, left him stunned for a moment.

"R... Run, Kyra," he heard these words and quickly turned his gaze back toward the direction from which the sound had emanated—the same direction from which the mysterious object had been thrown.

As he looked in that direction, his eyes fell upon Alron, but not as he remembered him.

Alron's body was brutally mangled, blood oozing from every wound, limbs grotesquely twisted as if something had ground them to pieces.

The sight terrified the man, and he began to rush toward Alron, but at that very moment, he froze, an overpowering force causing his limbs to cease moving, his body tingling with a chilling sensation that penetrated to his bones.

"Don't let him catch you, run towards the leader," Alron uttered these words with a trembling voice before falling into silence, leaving the man uncertain if Alron was unconscious or deceased.

Regardless, Alron's words echoed in the man's ears, though it appeared to be too late.

Despite the intense pressure making it difficult to even stand, the man struggled to look ahead, searching for the carriage.

"Thum" — a footstep resounded in the silence.

Summoning all his effort, he finally managed to direct his gaze forward, but darkness greeted him. The area around him suddenly grew dark, as if a cloud had obscured the moon.

However, it wasn't a cloud that blocked the moon for him; it was a colossal figure. A man twice his size stood before him, casting a shadow that engulfed the man entirely.

The figure's presence was so overwhelming that it felt like the air was being sucked from his lungs, and his grip on the coachman's clothes loosened until he tumbled to the ground.

"You want to make our young priestess the mate of your leader, truly disgusting. " these words were uttered by the figure casting a dark shadow over the other.

"For those disgusting words, you all deserve to die," he continued.

The man in front of him, shrouded in the oppressive aura, knelt down as he couldn't withstand the pressure emanating from the imposing figure. Even the coachman, who had taken a deep breath due to the loosened grip, began to tremble.

"hurry it up , Grake," urged the young girl from inside the carriage. She had shed all pretenses of fear and now appeared rather bored with the situation.