Faced with such a desperate situation, the farm owner naturally wanted to disarm and surrender. Perhaps he'd even have a chance to be rescued by his Mentor.
But the subordinates he brought with him had a different idea...
"Damn it! Let's fight them to the death! If we fall into the hands of these hounds, it'll be a fate worse than death!"
"That's right! Let's show them the power of [Suffering]!"
Displaying a fearless resolve, the two subordinates each grabbed a ritual dagger and plunged it deep into their own chests.
As excruciating pain wracked them, thick veins like earthworms bulged on their skin. Their muscles and bones began to swell rapidly, transforming them from scrawny runts into hulking brutes. Their masses of muscle looked harder than rock.
