Regan muttered slowly.

“They’re desperate to catch your eye…”

Mere hybrids… He twisted the corner of his mouth violently.

The man could see it.

This hideous group clearly ‘wanted to approach Haniel.’

Spiny feet moving restlessly, unable to calm their excitement, like males rarely finding a female in the vast wilderness.

Eyes that kept looking toward Haniel despite the presence of a being that could be a direct threat to them.

A sinister killing intent seeped into Regan’s mouth.

‘Indeed… that’s what it was.’

Regan, who had been harboring suspicions all along, became certain at this moment.

That each one of these monsters undoubtedly felt an instinctive attraction to Haniel.

His companion, Haniel.

She must have a strange constitution that attracted the gaze of Hume, or beyond that, other animals and all breathing things. Now he understood.

The small butterflies, bees, and birds that always stayed near Haniel. The foolish behavior of ‘Rel’ now lying dead on the floor, and even this monster group—it couldn’t be explained unless they felt emotions and attraction similar to Regan’s.

…Regan had thought that he and Haniel were drawn to each other because they were soul companions, destined to be imprinted on each other, but perhaps other beings felt the same attraction to her as well.

If so, nothing could be more terrible for Regan Fenril.

If every piece of trash in this world desired his companion Haniel in the same way he did, like plants turning their heads toward the sun.

“…”

His mouth turned bitter as he clearly realized that Haniel, whom he had considered his own sun, wasn’t floating above him alone.

But that didn’t mean he would let other things snatch her away.

“Regan, let’s think about this carefully. Let’s not forget that thing just tore off your kinsman’s head, okay? If we come up with a strategy together, with the power I have…”

“My mate.”

Regan called to Haniel as he stretched out his hand.

‘My mate’… Haniel, who had been on edge, found herself blankly staring at his profile at those words.

Regan smiled at her, showing his teeth.

“It seems it’s time to test the power you’ve given me.”

Power she had given him?

While Haniel was narrowing her brows in confusion, unable to guess what he meant…

Regan’s outstretched arm began to writhe and twist.

“!”

Thick veins throbbed violently, and his previously neat fingertips bulged like a living creature before sharp beast claws sprouted.

Soon, the joints and skeleton widened to become incomparably thicker and harder than their original form, and pitch-black fur sprouted on the dark skin, covering the entire arm.

The transformation of a thick human arm into a ferocious beast’s black paw happened in an instant.

Good heavens!

Haniel swallowed her breath. She was reminded of the giant wolf she had seen before.

A beautiful and enormous wolf. But a wolf’s arm on a human body created a strong sense of discomfort, as if some grotesque creature had been attached… yet Regan seemed accustomed to this form.

Testing his threatening claws like checking the sharpness of a blade, Regan declared:

“Their level… one hand! That’s enough.”

In front of enemies with the audacious thought that they could take his mate, the heat of his not-yet-fully-resolved mating season rose like flames and soon boiled like lava.

Haniel unconsciously rubbed her arms. Though there was no wind, goosebumps rose from the killing intent seeping from him.

Even the Wanderers, who had been threateningly clicking their joints in front, were backing away from his ominous aura.

And in an instant, as Regan’s eyes intensified and the muscles in his monstrous arm writhed…

Grrrr!

“…!”

Leaping like lightning, Regan instantly reached the front of a Wanderer and grabbed its face.

Then, before they could even react, the man holding the Wanderer’s head in his grasp exerted force and roughly tore it off.

Rip, crack!

With the sound of something hard being twisted and broken, the Wanderer’s head was torn from its neck.

The monster’s throat shattered like tree bark split open or a broken eggshell.

Such terrifyingly destructive power. Haniel’s jaw dropped as she watched.

Click, click-click!

Faced with their companion’s miserable death, the Wanderers now seemed to fully recognize Regan as an enemy.

They had been shuffling and dragging their feet, but now they swung their razor-sharp spines.

The Wanderer’s forelegs shot out like whips, but Regan raised his steel-hard arm and crushed their joints with a crunch.

Keeeeek!

The previously expressionless Wanderer contorted its face and let out a tearing scream.

From the cross-sections of desperately broken and crushed necks and shoulder joints, a strangely mixed slime of blood-red and light green flowed down.

It was a lump of blood with an unpleasantly sweet smell.

‘In-insane…’

He’s a mad dog. Watching Regan literally butcher the three Wanderers from behind, Haniel swallowed her curses.

‘It’s 1 versus 3, so I thought I might throw my axe to help if he gets overwhelmed…’

Looking at the current situation, that seemed completely unnecessary.

There was no need to tell him that their weakness was the neck, as the status window had informed her.

For Regan, who was mercilessly destroying the monsters as if consumed by savagery, whatever their weaknesses were seemed to pose no obstacle.

Haniel swallowed dryly as she watched the blood-soaked Regan.

In her territory, he had been just a somewhat aggressive beast, a dog… nothing more.

The man’s handsome face was instantly stained with savagery, and his jaw, which tore flesh with ferocious teeth, was completely soaked in blood.

Her heart trembled as she saw him mercilessly destroying monsters larger and more ferocious than himself, not hesitating even when covered in their bodily fl*ids.

Was this fear called out by instinct, or excitement?

By now, Regan had crushed the flesh of the last resisting Wanderer in his hand.

Crack, splatter. The Wanderer’s bodily fl*ids poured carelessly over the Hume soldier Rel’s head.

Regan glanced at his kinsman’s vacant eyes and turned away without any lingering attachment.

“…”

Regan looked at her, leaving behind the broken shells of the Wanderers piled like animal bones and building debris. His form seemed made of blood and shadow.

The man’s blue eyes shone like a pale moon in the darkness of the cave. Haniel’s lips trembled slightly before she spoke in a whisper.

“Come… come here.”

The human instinct within her seemed to be kicking her, asking what she was doing, if she was determined to die… but surely Regan wouldn’t do that.

Regan, who had been standing motionless among the corpses, walked very slowly toward her at her words, as if he had been waiting for them, and stopped in front of her.

‘Ugh…’

Haniel wrinkled her nose.

From Regan, who had approached, came the smell of blood and a heat like standing near a blast furnace.

Perhaps he hadn’t had enough time to contain his ferocious nature that he had kept tightly hidden all the while he was by her side.

His gaze still carried killing intent he hadn’t yet erased, and his body, still not cooled down, felt sultry even just from his approach.

Even down to his slightly *rect lower body.

From him emanated a strong desire to take his mate before him demonstratively, now that he had killed all competitors, along with the afterglow of sl*ughter.

Ugh. Haniel instinctively shrank back slightly as she again felt the man’s gaze on her nape.

It felt like she would be devoured.

But Haniel reached out her hand toward Regan.

And surprisingly… Regan, who seemed unable to control his boiling blood, obediently lowered his head to her touch.

Beast fur touching her palm. Stroking his head, which was a mess of bodily fl*ids, Haniel said:

“Well done.”

A large, hot body bending before Haniel’s small frame.

Grrrr… The vibration of his throat came through beyond her stroking hand.

Looking at Regan rubbing his nose bridge against the center of her palm, Haniel thought it was like taming an uncontrollable beast.