In a display of unparalleled brutality, the red bear tore into its opponents with a ferocity that defied all reason.
Its razor-sharp claws ravaged their bodies, rending flesh and crushing bones with ruthless precision. With the Labrys in its grip, the red bear swung the mighty weapon, severing limbs and cleaving through torsos with horrifying ease.
Driven by a maddening frenzy, the red bear resorted to macabre tactics of dismemberment and desecration. It forcibly pinned one enemy's leg to the ground, then mercilessly tore his other limb in the opposite direction as if tearing through fragile parchment.
With an appalling twist, the red bear yanked an enemy's arm from its socket, transforming it into a gruesome flagpole that it ruthlessly thrust down the throat of another hapless foe. The sheer speed and force behind these acts left the enemies defenseless, unable to prevent their own grim fate.
Amidst the chaos, some of Eren's dying enemies met their end swiftly as the bear's lethal strikes found their mark on vital spots. Others, less fortunate, found themselves trapped in a maelstrom of agony, their screams and curses mingling with the wails of anguish.
The red bear's once-menacing eyes blazed with an even fiercer intensity as the Wrath mana seamlessly integrated with its very essence, transforming it into an unstoppable force of unfathomable brutality.
The insatiable hunger for blood consumed the red bear, driving it to unleash an onslaught of carnage upon its enemies. Blood rained down, splattering the battlefield with crimson hues, while organs lay scattered like hunting trophies. As the merciless display of violence continued, only four adversaries remained, including Lysa, their faces contorted with terror.
In a stunning turn of events, the battle formation shattered due to the lack of Rankers required to support it, crumbling beneath the weight of the red bear's ruthless onslaught.
The once-organized domain now dispersed, leaving Lysa paralyzed with fear. Never before had she borne witness to such unfathomable carnage. She had believed that only the infamous Osan Woods' Butcher, whose reports she had read, possessed the capacity for such brutality. Little did she anticipate that an aristocratic figure like Eren Idril could transform this war-torn landscape into a canvas drenched in the blood of his enemies.
Fear coursing through her veins, Lysa made a desperate choice. She turned and fled, leaving her remaining comrades to face the maddened beast in her stead. Yet, her hope of evading the red bear's wrath proved to be in vain.
With merciless efficiency, the red bear dispatched the defeated opponents who had surrendered their will to fight, and their courage extinguished. Lysa's scream of terror pierced the air as she scrambled for safety. But in the blink of an eye, her moist eyes widened in horror, for the red bear now stood before her, an indomitable force of brutality.
With a thunderous roar that rattled her very soul, the red bear's menacing presence shattered her composure. Lysa's trembling form collapsed, landing heavily on the ground. Panic consumed her as she frantically sought escape, her feeble attempts to distance herself from the bear only resulting in a desperate, undignified scramble on all fours.
"Help! He... he..." Lysa's voice quivered with terror as she pleaded for salvation, her pleas echoing through the desolate battlefield.
As Eren's intent permeated the battlefield, the effects of his overwhelming presence were not limited to physical injuries. Lysa, although unharmed in body, found herself profoundly impacted on a spiritual level. Her slumbering soul had been exposed to the sheer dominance of Eren's intent, leaving her devoid of any will to fight back.
With each deliberate step, the menacing bear took toward the helpless Lysa, its form began to dissipate. In a fleeting moment, the Wrath mana that had shaped its monstrous figure dispersed into the air, leaving behind Eren's weary countenance.
Eren swiftly deactivated his Hex gear, causing it to vanish from sight, and his appearance returned to its previous state, reverting to the close expert class as his body shrank back to its normal proportions.
"Aaaargh... my head!" Eren grimaced, clutching his temples with both hands as he massaged away the throbbing ache that pounded within. The intensity of the headache threatened to erase the memories of his recent actions, despite his prior knowledge of this side effect.
Gradually, Eren's blurred vision cleared, allowing him to recall the events that transpired while wielding the Hex gear. However, he remained uncertain about the extent of his own agency in those acts, knowing the bear's consciousness had also exerted its influence.
"My Spiritual Force... Damn! It's still insufficient for me to wield advanced Hex gear like this," Eren sighed, his realization of the cause behind the side effects sinking in. He now understood Alephee's reservations in teaching him intent-based attacks and soul spells. His Spiritual Force needed significant elevation before he could harness the power of these Hex gears without such detrimental repercussions.
As his vision fully restored, Eren's gaze fell upon the blurred figure of Lysa, who crawled and screamed, her voice muffled by a mix of anguish and terror. She clawed her way through the scattered remains of her fallen comrades, her hands and knees stained with their blood. Her focus remained fixed on Eren's solitary figure, her cries reaching an increasingly fevered pitch.
Yet, as Lysa's screams abruptly ceased, a chilling silence descended upon the battlefield. The cause of this abrupt stillness became apparent when Lysa's head was cleanly severed from her neck, her body frozen in its crawling position, forever silenced by the merciless stroke.
The ghastly act had been executed with precision and efficiency, the result of a simple strike from the deadly Purple Reaver, a weapon slash borne of Rigor Mortis.
The difference between Eren's powers and the collective force of Lysa's entire team was so vast that Eren felt like he had kinda bullied his victims. Therefore, he offered Lysa an easy death as a form of compensation.
Eren's mirthless smile hung from his lips as he surveyed the aftermath, his eyes cold and detached. The carnage that surrounded him, though reminiscent of a savage beast's handiwork, also bore the unmistakable mark of his own distinctive style.
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