Sam looked at the sky as he felt the rays of dusk and took a deep breath.
The Minotaur Pedophile already felt something is extremely wrong, but he couldn't put a finger on it. The rest of the minotaurs also felt the same as they looked at Sam.
He stretched his back a little bit and soon with a light golden glow his wounds started healing. His skin was back to normal but with some extra scars.
This the first time, the minotaurs got a clear view of Sam's skin as every time they saw it was covered with blood.
Now that they saw it, they realized one thing. Not all scars are given to him by them. This made them gulp and take a step back subconsciously.
Sam stepped on the frame of the wooden plow and separated the plow part with a single pull. The two-meter-long wooden plow was now on his shoulders as he held it like a battle-ax.
He turned around and looked at the Minotaurs with a cold look and took a step forward.
