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Crack!

"Ahh!"

Screams broke out suddenly somewhere in the swampy woods, kilometers from the massacre, and sent the creatures around running in terror.

The sounds came from a solitary area of the marsh where Aron and his party were gathering among some ragged-looking figures. As for the scream, it originated from one of the two Dracona Rose had captured alive.

Everyone, with the exception of Aron and Evanora, was on high alert. Rose was still using her airborne scouter to look for the Dracona, and Jin was getting ready to unleash his art and create a mist. Evanora thought it would be best to carry on drawing while Jagu stayed close to the humans.

The two unfortunate Dracona were being interrogated by Aron, who was acting as the interrogator. Angry outbursts and attempts to escape occurred since awakening to find they had been captured by something they considered prey.

Bam!~

Since these creatures had just awoken, Aron hadn\'t said a word to them; instead, he just peered into their eyes and saw that they were still haughty and stubborn, so he started beating them.

Furiously striking the front of the slimmer one, his fist quickly sent some teeth flying and spurted blood.

"Arck!"

Before the Dracona could even dispute the insanity of the situation, another fist arrived, shaking it as it dropped to the moist, wet earth.

Bam!~

Aron unleashed his rage on them all, one by one, without stopping, and he did not spare any of them. The larger initially regarded nothing before attempting to help his comrade Dracona.

It jumped from the slouching position it was in into a confrontational one, threw a power punch, and grit its teeth.

Woosh!~

The shock it experienced, though, increased when its fist was restrained using just one hand. It tried to immediately break free and even fly away but found it couldn\'t escape Aron\'s hold, not even budging.

He forced the larger beast to the ground with a flick of his wrist.

He even stopped hitting the other at that same moment and moved toward it.

After witnessing Aron\'s unexpected might, it felt a heavy weight on its back before it could even rise up.

It then lifted its head a little to see Aron staring down at it with steely grey eyes that bore no trace of fear.

While it was lying on the ground and still preferring to be silent, Aron reached for its back and pulled on its wings, gradually pulling them off its body.

"Stop!! You wretched vermin!!"

At least from his point of view, the Dracona\'s screams as he was being mauled by a wild monster were an accurate description of the situation.

Crack!~

The Dracona\'s wings were wrenched off by pure force with a crack and a tear.

The pain the Dracona experienced was comparable to what someone would experience after having a limb amputated, only much worse because they were much more sensitive.

The smaller Dracona watched in despair and tried to flee as well, but one of his wings was snagged before it was violently torn off.

"Gah!"

The two hostages were now trying their best to escape by crawling, with panic filling their eyes, as Aron clutched the freshly plucked big wings in his arms before casually tossing them aside.

At this time, it was evident that Aron wasn\'t just a toy they could play with but a predator who could play with them at will.

"Is this all it takes to show you your place in the cycle?"

Aron finally spoke bringing looks of surprise to the faces of the creatures, they had assumed Aron and the others to be inferior dull creatures.

Completely ignoring the fact that Aron and his group wore better apparel, looked cleaner and could also move upright.

He concluded that the Dracona\'s race wasn\'t very advanced, or he was just unfortunate and had chosen to question fools, given that they assumed he was inferior despite so many plainly clear indicators.

"You can speak!" The one missing one wing blurted out the obvious while showing a pained expression from the large open wound on its back.

"Am I not supposed to? Or have you encountered others like me? answer before I feel the need to pluck your other wing." Aron approached the terrified Dracona while threatening him.

"No! Not like you, like them! They are Tulsa, they do not speak, they just mumble strange sounds." It revealed hurriedly, referring to the humans as Tulsa.

"Is that so? Putting that aside, who are you people? Numbers, territories, heirachy, weapons and knowledge. Tell me the state of these five things within your race and I\'ll let you live." Aron gazed down at the frantic-looking Dracona while crossing his arms.

"Yes, yes I will!"

The Dracona consented without any doubt. Even Aron was internally startled by how quickly everything was done, but he kept quiet and continued to listen.

The Dracona continued by essentially answering his questions.

He explained everything, from the fact that they were actually named Drakar to the racial discrimination that existed inside their culture based on the color of their scales.

Although they lacked development in comparison to other civilizations in Limbo, to Aron they were essentially similar to other semi-organized civilizations.

They made up for this with physical toughness and strength as well as the ability to fly and soar through the skies; at first glance, such a skill may not seem important, but in some encounters, it meant the difference between life and death.

In Aron\'s case he would be at a great advantage if surrounded at a close range.

"Is that all?" After the Drakar had gone silent for a time, Aron assumed it was done and so he asked this nonchalantly as if what it had told him was of no use.

The Drakar he was chatting to claimed to know nothing other than information pertaining to its habitat, so Aron was disappointed he couldn\'t learn more about the world in general from it.

"Yes, everything I told you is true." It reiterated, its parietal eyes sparkling with terror. It had never before been brought to such a state by an entity who wasn\'t of its own species, and in this case the realization was fatal.

Following its words, there was a momentary hush in the air as nobody spoke again.

It was in such a state of mental disarray that it wanted to move but was unsure if doing so would result in Aron inflicting harm.

"As I said you can leave… after I take what I need from your friend\'s corpse." Before turning to the critically wounded Drakar who had just had both of his wings severed, Aron slowly revealed.

Despite the fact that he was not about to deliver a quick death, he approached the still living victim calmly.

Unannounced, Aron gathered his fingers into a fist and extended it like a blade before shooting it into the creature\'s back, easily piercing the tough, scaly skin as it were nothing.

"Gah!!"

The Drakar was promptly startled out of its sleep by this agony, and it made an effort to fight it off, but it was ineffective.

The Drakar screamed and yelled in agony as Aron dug his palm deeper, grasped the hide from the inside, and then ruthlessly peeled it off to show the bloody muscle beneath.

The slimmer one with a single wing missing watched with clear horror and so did the Mrah and Kalel who despite seeing many dead bodies had not yet witnessed such a brutal manner of killing.

Jagu, Jin, and Evanora all observed without batting an eye, though one can only speculate as to what they were thinking at the time. Rose had only glanced there once and largely ignored it.