Just as the cult leader was about to retreat, a new sound echoed from behind them, approaching footsteps.
His face darkened, "F*ck… the Royal Guards," he muttered.
Panic spread among the cult members. Some couldn’t handle the pressure and tried to flee.
But the moment they broke formation, arrows pierced their skulls, dropping them instantly.
The cult leader knew he couldn’t take any chances. With a look of madness in his eyes, he pulled out a potion and gulped it down.
His body began to transform, growing to three meters tall, his shape shifting into a feral werewolf form.
"ROAR!!"
The roar was so powerful, it shattered the vice cult leader’s rationality, causing him to attack his own people in a frenzy.
Aaron was stunned. His expression turned angry, he didn’t want anyone else st
