The D-Rank Earth Smasher's chest heaved, its crimson eyes burning with unbridled fury as it took in the corpses of its fallen kin. The scent of their blood hung thick in the air, mingling with the acrid stench of its own rage. Steam billowed from its flared nostrils, each exhale a guttural growl that vibrated through the forest floor.
Jayden stood before it, his smirk unwavering, his eyes alight with predatory amusement. The beast's anger was palpable—a living, breathing thing that thickened the air between them.
Around them, the rest of the Earth Smasher horde had gathered, dozens of them, their massive forms lurking at the edges of the clearing. But they did not approach. They did not interfere.
Jayden's gaze flickered over them, his lips curling in disdain.
"Tsk." He clicked his tongue. "Looks like I'll have to move the party somewhere more private."
He knew fully well what would happen if he killed the leader in front of it's horde.
