Foreign Race

In an unexpected turn of events, Dilan saw a dark-skinned woman with pointy ears and purple eyes.

Her eyes were red and tears trickled down her cheeks as she was struggling to move around.

She was giving her all and thrashing around to prevent the men around her from taking what was the most precious to her- her chastity.

Dilan looked at the scene in the room for a moment before he lifted both of his hands to release the tiny thunderbolts that revolved around his gloves.

His eyes didn't know any emotions as the blood of several human Ascenders splattered through the entire room. The struggling woman could only feel something warm trickling onto her naked body before the gurgling noises of several men rang through her ears. Her eyes were tightly shut and she bit onto her lips, imagining the worst possible.

"Do you even know who I am?! I am the command–..." The bulky man, who had desired to take her first, shouted at the top of his lungs, just to quiet down all of a sudden.