"Hahaha! Lambs to the slaughter!"
As the man's deep, yet playful voice echoed in the dead of night, the bodies of everyone present shivered.
The air itself was vibrating as it congratulated his appearance.
As he placed the giant club he wielded on his shoulder, the beads he wore clattered and danced, bearing on his massive chest.
"Hehehe… look at their faces. They look like sniveling rats!"
As he said this, the hundred or so men that he commanded burst out into laughter.
He wasn't wrong, though.
The moment most of the people who gazed at him were able to fully capture his presence, they were shaking profusely.
Was it because they were surrounded by a hundred people? No… not really.
They could simply be protected like before.
Then what was it? What could cause such fear among the very people that had experienced safe travels thus far?
It had to do with the man who was speaking.
"T-that is… Ogun!"
