As Dean exuded that strong and frightening aura, the mercenaries one by one lowered their weapons and looked at him with scared faces.
"W-What is this guy doing!? Why is there so much "Chaos" being attracted by his body?!" one of them shouted out loud.
"That's... That's impossible... This guy is a Dread! It must be a shapeshifter for sure! I thought that these Dreads were only a myth to scare kids but..." another one answered, seeming as perplexed as his friend.
"Dread, huh?" Dean said, drawing their attention to him. "Are you admitting that I look like a monster? I see... That's it... That's what you bastards must think before attempting against my freedom and my will. Remember that you are not dealing with a normal mercenary anymore!"
Dean raised Excalibur, pointing it at them as his eyes shone in bright crimson light.
