Mist still clung to YozaRu as he watched Feral One fall to the ground. The muscular, savage creature twitched, its every movement making his heart race. His eyes glowed red, his breath came in sharp gasps, and his body was on high alert. Fear and rage intertwined; the loss of his family, the destruction of his village, and years of accumulated pain echoed in his mind. Yet, the time had not come.
Sentarion, tall and humanoid, stood over Feral One, his expression a mix of amusement and respect. Every motion he made controlled the beast with ease. YozaRu's mind fixated on one thing: revenge. But he was not yet strong enough to act on it.
The anger inside him was like a spark threatening to ignite. Every heartbeat, every breath reminded him of his weakness. Feral One's intelligence was limited; it acted only on hunger and predatory instinct. YozaRu searched for an escape among the ruins, but every path was blocked. Every shadow, every stone could be a trap.
And then… something changed.
A surge of energy, uncontrollable and raw, erupted from deep within his body. First a tremor, then a force shaking every cell in him. He could barely feel his hands, his sword, his legs. His vision tinted red, his breath caught in his throat, his heart pounded violently.
The ruins around him quaked; stones shifted, dust clouds rose, ancient debris rattled. Sentarion froze for a moment. This power… it wasn't ordinary. It was the inherited might of someone descended from the former Demon King, unleashed in an uncontrolled surge. The energy didn't just affect YozaRu; it rippled through dangerous regions of the Underworld. Though YozaRu was unconscious to it, other Feral Ones and humanoid entities like Sentarion felt the shockwave.
The safe havens and ruins of the Underworld trembled under the force. The source of the surge—YozaRu—was still unknown to most. Even the Demon King's former right and left hands reacted. Though they did not yet fully understand, they sensed the power and began moving toward its origin from different locations.
Sentarion moved swiftly to YozaRu's side, eyes wide with both astonishment and vigilance. This power… this rage… it was proof that YozaRu carried the bloodline of the Demon King. The sheer scale of it could impact not only the Underworld but also portions of the surface, the Upper World.
Carefully, Sentarion carried YozaRu's unconscious body to a secure spot within the ruins. Other Feral Ones and humanoid beings nearby had also felt the surge, some now moving toward it. The sheer magnitude of the force had left them bewildered and cautious.
As YozaRu's consciousness slowly returned, he became aware of his surroundings—the ruins, the dust, Feral One lying incapacitated. His mind was still hazy; the true extent of the unleashed energy eluded him.
Even though the other beings in the Underworld sensed the eruption, they did not yet fully comprehend what had happened. Sentarion seized the opportunity to bring YozaRu to his own lair, intending to explain everything once his mind cleared. For now, only silence, safety, and the aftershocks of his fury remained.
YozaRu, regaining awareness, felt the ember of rage reignite inside him. This anger was more than the pain of the past—it was the raw, unyielding desire for vengeance. The uncontrolled burst of power revealed his potential. He was no longer just an ordinary youth of the Underworld; he was a force born from rage, ready to carve a path of retribution.