Storming out from Arsene's estate, with Sigfried, Kurt, and Cleo, followed by Eroma, a cruel glint shimmered over my eyes.

  Arkanos was being watched by Greyson, who could not be bothered to leave. Having given us the coordinates, he entered his room.

  It had been almost two weeks since Yura and Arsene had gone missing, but hearing news from Arsene once more, my blood began to boil.

  Drawing power from my draconic bloodline, a ruby red crystal rose on from my chest. Burning with a fiery inferno of Destructive Dao, two large ruby red ethereal wings suddenly sprouted from my back. Shimming with a bit of gold at its tips, I rocketed towards the skies.

  Ignoring the law that should have to govern most, set by the Celestrial House, a feral growl hummed into the air, parting the clouds that danced over Casia.

  It had been a while since I had been this furious. I should have killed that bastard two hundred years ago. I should have torn his throat out. Now his eyes are upon my Arkanos. My SISTER!

  Flapping my wings, fangs began to rise, and my eyes began to shimmer with a familiar heat. Zando will soon feel the wrath of one of the most powerful beasts known to the Bed of Chaos.

  Breathing the Dao of Destruction, mixed with the Dao of Chaos, the winds began to howl as my gaze spotted the calm aura of Arsene.

  Shooting down from the skies of Casia, I landed upon the ground cracking the pavement. My eyes set upon the entrance.

  "HALT!!!"

  "ZANDO!!!!" I roared with untamed bloodlust. He is going to die today!

  "Damn your fast," Cleo uttered, appearing by my side, followed by Kurt and Sigfried. Yet Eroma was nowhere to be found.

  "By order of Zando Godfray, none are allowed to enter or exit." An unfamiliar Star-Lord shouted. With the crest of three noble stars on his chest.

  Narrowing my gaze at the crest of Nox, I sneered, pulling out my Master's medallion that shimmered with authority held only by the Founder's, rang through the air. Crushing hope from the very hearts of man, the God before me fell to his knees.

  "Get him out here now," I ordered, baring my fangs like a common beast, despite my upbringing.

  "Everyone call your master, and tell them." Kurt suddenly informed, "Just to be sure. Today, that bastard dies. Fate will not save him today."

  Still clenching my Master's medallion, I poured a bit of qi into it, signaling Master I may need her help. It was unnecessary, but Kurt was right; we best plan for the worst.

  Rising from off his knees, the God I had not bothered to learn his name rushed inside. Hearing the breaking of glass and tableware, I narrowed my eyes, watching the ashen face of Zando appear gripping a strange-looking spear.

  "Do you know who I am?" Zando spat, glaring at me with a burning heat that made me want to tear his eyes from his skull.

  "A dead man," I barked as three great powers began to shimmer within the air.

  "I didn't do anything!" Zando foolishly screamed, glancing around at those still on their knees, crushed by the pressure of my Master.

  Piercing through space, I charged at the Peak Demi-God before he could act. Gripping his throat, my finger dug into his flesh, drawing a stream of warm liquid over my fingers.

  Jabbing his spear towards me, my free arm suddenly flashed, catching it just before it touched upon my stomach. Sensing something trying to claw its way into my pours, my draconic blood grew ablaze—searing everything around me to ash.

  Showering me in a field of destruction and chaos, the very skin of Zando began to tear away in the most painful manner befitting a lonesome piece of shit like him.

  "Stop this, please! I didn't do anything." He begged, screaming at the top of his lungs, growing tired of his voice. I snatched his spear away and pierced both his lungs with a single strike. Twisting his very spear that bread pestilence within his chest, listening to his screams and wails of despair.

  "STOP, STOP! MASTER!!!!"

  Sneering, I cracked his head over the pavement; arching my leg, I stomped and stomped. Over and over, bathing my legs red. Tearing his jaw and eyes from their rightful place, I did not stop even when his head cracked open.

  I just continued over and over till all that was left was the moans of a broken man.

  "FITH, TRASH SCUMM!" I howled before falling to my knees over his body, raining my fist over his bloody and battered flesh.

  I tore at his arms, ripping them away, simply to beat him with it. I tore his tongue out, sivered his dick, then skimmed him alive. I would not stop; I would never stop!

  Convulsing within my grip, I ignored his pleading, his cries, and his threats. I tore his everything away till his mortal form was a wreck. Turning to his soul, that was perfectly unharmed. Master had said if you really wish to hurt and break a man, then break his soul.

  Arching my palm, a golden ray of baptizing light swarmed my hand.

  "That is enough, girl, release my disciple," A voice I could not even begin to care about howled, sending an all-encompassing pressure around me.

  Yet, as it came crashing down around me, the crystal in my chest began to shimmer, melting away Lynx's grand pressure. Like it was nothing.

  "You will not harm her," Cleo coldly declared, followed by Kurt and Sigfried, who stood by my side.

  Striking my palm down, a squeal of a deranged beast rang soul loud; I felt my soul tremble. Twisting the fabric of his soul, I melted his very ego, his very nature with the Dao of Destruction.

  "Die," Lynx shouted, but as he did, the skies froze, and the blistering streets of men simply turned to ash, as a pressure so profound showered the surface of Casia in death.

  "Continue," My Master said pridefully, for the first time in my life. "Use what I have taught you to destroy him till only the core is left." She said, appearing like a goddess of pure destruction.

  Shuttering, I smiled, letting only the screams of Zando bellow into my ears.