Dead: Aur's Rage
Aur's blurry figure travelled in the opposite direction of his house, with his perception always active, looking out for enemies.
Even when he couldn't sense them, he walked out of the village entirely.
Although the walls of the outer area had improved, that didn't mean they could stop him, especially since his robust muscles allowed him to generate so much power that he could jump almost reaching the clouds.
His movements were fluid, almost ethereal, as if he were dancing with the night itself.
While thinking of these, he had already circled the entire village and came to the other side, which he entered wearing a panda mask.
"I wonder how my father and mother, my little sister, are doing?" Aur thought, his gaze turning warm.
The warmth of his family was the last shred of humanity he had.
Aur wasn't a good person, but in his view, what he was doing was right.