Kael strode into the training grounds with a menacing presence.
He had always been intimidating, but now, his crimson eyes gleamed with naked malice. He was like an unmistakeable evil that activated everyone's instinct, telling them all to run away.
But they couldn't leave even if they wanted, because they were here to witness someone's death.
The one fated to die stood—no, trembled—at the center of the grounds.
Garou knew he had to face death the moment he defied the Beast King's will. Still, the reality was terrifying, especially knowing Kael didn't even intend to fight him.
The King would simply execute him with a quick snap, and then left without giving Garou's corpse a second look.
Even worse, Garou was sure that his corpse would be tossed aside like trash.
Such a death was the greatest disgrace a beastman could suffer. They preferred to die heroically in battle, not be slaughtered for defiance by their own king.
