CHAPTER 79

To the eyes of the townsfolk, it was like watching a storm of orange energy sweeping through the battlefield.

He punched. He kicked. He spun. He flipped. Every move was deadly, precise, and fueled with one purpose—protect the innocent.

The summoner, still hidden behind the ruins of the old bell tower, watched the scene unfold through a magical lens etched into the air in front of him. His hand trembled over the summoning crystal as he watched his beast fall—one after the other.

"What... what is this?" he whispered, his voice dry with disbelief. "He just killed one of my strongest... how—?"

But before he could finish the thought, his eyes widened in complete horror.

All six.

All six monstrous rats—beasts imbued with dark magic, creatures capable of leveling entire villages—were now lying motionless on the ground. Some had crushed skulls, others had shattered limbs, and one had a hole blasted straight through its chest.