"So how are we going to do this, Boss?" Freya asked, stretching her muscles with visible excitement on her face.

Aron, wearing the same bloodthirsty smile, replied in a heavy tone.

"I want chaos, destruction and blood... I wanna dance at their screams." He turned to her, and Freya flinched at the sight of his two flaming crimson eyes.

"...Leave none alive."

At that moment, something inside Freya snapped, and the werewolf couldn't contain her excitement any longer.

"Aaahhh! You're the best!" Her eyes glowed dangerously and her teeth became a little sharp. Her smile could send shivers down the hearts of men, but for Aron, that smile was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

Freya couldn't wait any longer and instantly jumped off the cliff, landing perfectly without any damage from the long fall.

Locking her eyes on her first prey. Two unfortunate men who had just walked out of a ruined building drunk, each holding a wooden cup—probably having turned that building into a tavern.

Aron watched as she disappeared instantly, amazed by Freya's frightening speed. He then chose his first target: a wooden tower.

Freya dashed at such high speed that she became almost invisible. One of the drunk men didn't even know what hit him, as the last thing he saw was two blue lights passing by him quickly before his vision slowly turned upside down.

"Huh?" His companion turned to him upon hearing the sound of something hitting the ground.

He was greeted with the sight of his friend split in half, his lower half still standing. Before he could react, Freya was already upon him, her clawed hand slashing through the air and tearing into his flesh. Blood sprayed from the man's neck as his lifeless body fell to the ground.

At that exact moment, a third man exited the building. As soon as he turned around, he froze. There stood a woman with long, thick silver hair, her hands covered in blood, standing on top of two men—one split in half, the other with his neck sliced open.

The woman slowly turned to face the third man, a bloodthirsty smile on her face and her eyes glowing blue.

"Run, cub!"

"!!!" The man instantly turned around and started running as if his life depended on it, which in fact, it did.

"HEEELP!"

"Hehehe~ Let the hunt begin."

…

Not too far away from Freya, a man in iron armor stood guard on top of a wooden tower. Everything was calm and peaceful until...

"HEEELP!"

"!!!" The guard heard someone shouting and immediately stood up, searching for the source of the scream. However...

Step. Step.

The guard heard footsteps from afar. He quickly faced the direction of the sound and saw a tall man in black armor running toward him.

"What? Who is that?"

When the guard saw what the man held in his hands, his face turned pale. Aron was dashing at an extraordinary speed, not as fast as Freya but still decent, with his Greataxe ready to deliver a heavy strike.

"W-Wait! Don't tell me..." The guard realized Aron's intention and tried to take him down with his bow, but it was too late.

"UGAAAAH!!"

SWOOSH!

With a powerful swing, Aron destroyed two of the tower's pillars, causing the entire structure to collapse. The guard barely had time to react before he was buried under the rubble.

BOOOOM!

The loud explosion of the collapsing tower caught the attention of nearby guards, who immediately rushed to the scene.

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Aron stood amidst the wreckage, his flaming crimson eyes scanning the area for his next target. The thrill of battle began consuming him. Chaos and destruction were like water to his soul, fueling his every move, and Aron couldn't help himself but to...

ROOOOAAAAR!

The Dragon let out a mighty roar that shook the ground beneath him. The sound echoed throughout the ruins, sending a wave of fear and panic through the hearts of the guards.

"...That's our signal," Kasumi, who had been observing from afar, suddenly spoke upon hearing Aron's roar.

She couldn't help but tremble a little upon hearing it, and she wasn't alone. All the girls felt the same way, except for Raum and Pethra, who knew the truth about Aron being a Dragon. And Dragons, well, they like to roar a lot.

Raum flew and quickly headed to the ruins, while the girls nodded at Kasumi's words and began making their way to the chambers where the slaves were being held.

Meanwhile, Aron released a cold and dark killing intent, followed by a heavy pressure that could be felt by everyone inside the ruins. Every Rat member felt a chilling sensation down their spines, terrified to even leave their places.

Freya, on the other hand, had to stop her chase when she heard Aron's roar and felt his pressure.

"Amazing! The Boss is truly a monster," she muttered to herself, her excitement reaching new heights.

Freya felt her body heating up and her breathing becoming a little heavy. Her werewolf instincts screamed danger, every fiber in her soul warning her not to go against that man. But who was Freya? She was a fearsome and untamed woman who only did what she wanted, and right now, she was eager to witness Aron's display of power.

So she quickly turned around and ran towards the source of the roar.

...

At the harsh orders of their leaders, some Rats made their way to the source of the roar. It wasn't hard to find, as it was in the same direction as the destroyed tower.

When they finally reached the place, they found a man standing amidst the wreckage, wearing a bloodthirsty smile and flaming crimson eyes.

The man gazed at them as he placed his black Greataxe on his shoulder, his aura growing more intense. This made them hesitant to approach him, feeling the sheer power emanating from him and fear gripping their hearts.

"Come, entertain me," he bellowed, his voice carrying an air of dominance.

Silence fell upon them. No one moved, blinked, or even breathed as the Rats focused on the man in front of them. From their perspective, Aron looked like a giant, until...

"AHHHH, KILL HIM!"

Someone among their ranks screamed, and suddenly, everyone snapped out of their state. They began shouting and screaming as they charged toward Aron.

As the Rats charged towards Aron, he stood his ground, his flaming crimson eyes locked onto his oncoming adversaries.

His grip tightened on his Greataxe as he prepared for the impending clash. The air crackled with tension, and the atmosphere was thick with the anticipation of violence.

With speed and precision, Aron swung his Greataxe in a wide arc, creating a devastating shockwave that tore through the charging men and women. Bodies were sent flying, some getting split in half and others getting hit by their comrades.

Bones shattered, and screams of pain filled the air. Aron, as always, didn't dodge their attacks—or rather, he didn't move his body to dodge. He stood there like a mountain, using the Greataxe to block all their attacks.

That's when he noticed that some of the Rats' equipment were in bad shape. Some swords and axes immediately shattered upon coming into contact with Aron's Greataxe. Aron felt slightly bad for them because a warrior who loses his weapon in the heat of battle is a dead warrior.

However, Aron wasn't going to stop his rampage. Each swing of his axe cleaved through flesh and bone, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

"Wow, amazing Boss! You destroyed them completely," Freya, who had arrived at the scene, said. As she got closer to him, she could feel his aura.

'Oh no... This is bad... I can't control myself. He's a monster. No! Even the word 'monster' isn't enough to describe him,'

Aron was a predator, and Freya instinctively knew that he was above her in the food chain.

Aron glanced at Freya with a Bloody smile. "Do you want to join me?"

Freya's eyes widened at Aron's question, a mix of desire and excitement coursing through her veins. She nodded, her bloodthirsty smile even bigger than Aron's.

'She's beautiful,' Aron couldn't help but feel drawn to her smile. Then, when he turned to the remaining Rats, his excitement instantly died.

Almost all the remaining members of the Rats dropped their weapons. Some fell to their knees, and some even wet their pants.

"Disappointing," Aron spoke with disdain.

"Pick up your weapons and FIGHT!" His pressure grew as he spoke the words.

And that caused every man and woman in front of him to lose the ability to fight. Aron didn't like that at all, and he began to lose interest in them.

'I'm starting to miss that goblin. He gave me a good fight,' Aron sighed. And that didn't go unnoticed by Freya.

'No! No! I want to see him fight!' She instantly thought of something to raise Aron's spirit.

"Aaah! Boss?"

"...Mm!..Yes?"

"If you'd like, I can spar with you after we finish this whole thing."

"!!!" Aron immediately glanced at her, his eyes literally sparkling with excitement.

"Really? Really!" He looked like a child about to receive a present from his parents.

"..." Freya froze for a second. She didn't expect him to react like this. Her breathing started to get heavy, and her heart began to race.

'W-W-What!... He's cute! I want to eat him right now.'

"S-Sure, Boss. I'll spar with you as long as you want, but on the condition that you listen to a request of mine."

Aron raised his eyebrow. "What request?"

Freya smiled seductively. "I'll tell you later. First, we have to finish our task here."

Aron nodded, then immediately turned to the unfortunate Rat members, fire literally coming out of him.

"I'll finish you all in no time, and then I'll have the fight that I want. Heheheh~"

'Shit! We're fucked!' This was the last thing that the Rat members screamed in their minds before a crazed battle maniac with a great black axe and a bloodthirsty smile charged at them.