REBELLION 8

Draco unleashed his full power, emitting the heat power he possessed as a dragon descendant. The man couldn't hold back his strength, the nobles in front of him screamed in heat.

everyone there was hot and started screaming, even the mutant wolves melted into burning rotten flesh that gave off a bad smell. but those who were hit by the alpha's heat did not think about the stench of rotten roast meat, other than their bodies starting to not tolerate this intense heat.

"ARGHH!! HOT!"

"FUCKING HOT!!"

"ARGHH! PLEASE, MY SKIN IS LOOKING FORWARD!!"

Draco was certainly dissatisfied with their reactions, how dare he stop him from meeting Beatrice. The power of this heat is not his only strength. He just wanted to anticipate, if there was a stronger enemy. At least he could spare his strength against them because all along Draco had only seen weak rebels who were very easy to deal with.