Devour

Holding Arnes Cier by his hair, Dilan lifted him like a ragdoll. The tall President's feet were barely millimeters away from the ground.

Dilan held his hair tightly and he used his Green Magic to slowly ascend higher into the air.

The monsters all around them stepped back of their own volition, knowing deep down that they would be obliterated the moment they were to bother Dilan in the slightest.

The bloodlust that radiated from Dilan was more than enough to show everyone that they had to think a hundred times before even thinking of messing with him.

Dilan pulled his left arm back and he dealt a straight punch. His fist dug deep into his father's stomach, causing Arnes to spit out more blood.

The sight was satisfying and Dilan continued to punch his father black and blue. His expression was overflowing with genuine happiness and ecstasy that not even the most prized treasure could give him.