Geographically speaking, the structure of the Ruvia Clan was extremely loose. The clan was divided into countless subdivisions and their forces were spread thin. Only within a single section of Aquazyl could the Ruvia Clan be considered truly strong.
Within a relatively large city containing many thousands of Ruvia Clan members, there was one building that stood out more than the rest. Nothing about this building gave away its uniqueness. Whether it was the architectural design or materials, they weren’t much different from any of the surrounding buildings.
This was the home of their Clan Head. He was a stoic man and often his gait would terrify people even if that wasn’t his intent, but in his heart, he was a man who put his clan above all else.
The Clan Head was a large man, standing around 7 feet tall. He had short, spiky black hair and an angular face, the deep scar running from his forehead to his collarbone being his most eye-catching feature.
‘Elder Abul? What could this be about?’ He wondered.
‘This…this could work.’
‘That spatial expert will become the key to this plan’s success or failure. Before I make any decisions, I must first test his worth.’
However, the same couldn’t be said for Zara.
Compared to Damien, she received entry into the Oga Clan’s headquarters much faster, but the atmosphere was much different.
Unlike the benevolence and tactical prowess of the Ruvia Clan, the Oga Clan specialized in brutality. As Zara had witnessed for herself, the Oga Clan was a realm of berserkers where results would be obtained by any means possible.
But to convince them to even take part in said plan was a hurdle of immense proportions.
“Still not willing to submit? Presumptuous!” The woman roared.
Before they could even reach her, they were frozen into blocks of ice and skewered by shadows.
The woman in front of her wasn’t even the Oga Clan Head. She was merely a Great Elder.
Only, when Zara first entered the clan, the Great Elder took a liking to her. Wanting her as both a beast companion and a sex slave, the Great Elder began to pressure Zara through strength and numbers.
Her claims about the Great Elder being too weak to force her…were extremely true.
Zara spoke coldly and calmly as if she was unbothered, but she was boiling with fury on the inside. She wanted to rip this woman to shreds. She wanted to show the Great Elder the true meaning of brutality, the brutality of the First Dungeon. Her bestial instincts and bloodline were screaming at her to raise hell.
𝑖𝓷n𝘳ℯ𝐚𝐝. 𝒄om
The Great Elder could only count herself lucky for Zara’s consideration. She, unfortunately, didn’t seem to realize the great grace she’d been bestowed.
The Great Elder outstretched her arm, causing her bone throne to rattle. The countless humanoid bones raised into the air and sharpened into blades, moving thereafter to fill Zara with holes!
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Another woman walked through the entrance. The sight of her instantly caused the Great Elder to cower.
“Clan Head? You have the audacity to call me that? You took my guest and tried to turn her into a slave, is that the behavior a Great Elder should show?”
But Zara was different. The weight Zara held surpassed the Great Elder by leagues, should her claims be true.
“You must be Zara.” The Oga Clan Head said, ignoring the groveling Great Elder. “My name is Ria, and I am the one you came here to meet.”
“Mm, I guess your attitude is reasonable considering how you’ve been treated until now. But don’t you think you’re looking down on me too much?” The Clan Head said.
Zara bared her fangs. Ever since entering the Oga Clan, her battlelust had been at an all-time high. Something about the primal atmosphere made her want to rip everyone who even slightly disrespected her to shreds.
A girl weaker than she was actually dared to dream so big? She dared to think up a plan that even she, the Oga Clan Head, wasn’t able to realize?
Before anything else, she wanted to put Zara in her place. Because a dog that didn’t follow orders…
Wasn’t a dog she needed.