Holding his sword tightly, Alexander slowly turned his head, his gaze was sharper than any blade at this moment, it was burning with a crimson glow that radiated like a deadly flame.
The sheer killing intent emanating from him swept across the battlefield like a violent storm, crashing into everything in its path. Even the villagers watching from a distance weren't spared either, their bodies were trembling under the might of his pressure.
They gasped for air, feeling as though they were being crushed by a boulder, despite knowing the wrath wasn't directed at them. In their eyes, Alexander appeared more like a vengeful god than a young man.
He was unaware of the devastation his raw killing intent could inflict on the weak. His mind was singularly focused on the beast before him, a towering werebear with muscles like steel and claws that could rend boulders.
Its monstrous roar shook the air, but Alexander's cold expression remained unmoved.
