Draco huddled underh the rickety cart, his small weakened frame trembling with fear.

  There was a herd of battle boars in the area, some sniffing around his cart with their rge snouts.

  Some eveheir tusks to shake some of the carts, perceiving them as threats.

  ‘Just how far into the forest did these sve traders take us?’ Draco wondered.

  From what he could tell, the monsters within the forest were strong, so why did they use such a path to transport them?.

  From his earlier rampage, he could tell most of them were either level 1 adventurers at best, level 2, so what made them so brave as to ehis monster-ied forest?.

  Some battle boars soon began fighting each other for a spot to feast.

  Draco’s eyes darted nervously as he observed the chaos.

  Uhe cart retty wide so if any intelligent monsters were drawn there, he retty much screwed.

  Vasileios was just 3 years old and could easily slip up at any time; he khat they were already lucky to st this long.

  It didn’t take long before a new sound echoed through the area; it was the howling of wolves.

  The battle boars immediately huddled together, drawn by the call of the wolves.

  Draco used this ce to roll on his belly; his previous posture was unfortable.

  He then stole a peek from uhe cart to see several packs of ferocious wolves charging into the fray, their gleaming fangs bared.

  They immediately set their sights otle boars, the two groups of monsters locked in a savage battle.

  Draco watched with morbid fasation as the wolves and boars tore into each other, blood spraying in all dires.

  The fighting was intense and expanding as the wolves tried isoting lone boars to hunt.

  Just as he thought the battle couldn’t get any more chaotic, a new group of creatures appeared - goblins.

  The diminutive green-skinned monsters scurried between the batants, darting in to snatch up scraps of meat and other spoils.

  One of them spotted Vasileios in the cage and began to slowly and cautiously approach, its beady eyes gleaming with malicious i.

  Draco’s breath caught in his throat. He had to do something; he couldn’t very well watch it get to and hurt Vasileios, but what could he do?

  ‘Think Draco, think; there must be something you do. Okay, I knocked over a crate of what seemed to be potiohis cart befoing crazy,’ Draembered.

  ‘I have no idea what the potions are, it could either be stamina potions, mind potions or none of them, even if only a drop remains it help,’ Draco cluded.

  Looking around desperately, he found a tiny puddle of liquid that had gathered underh the cart.

  ‘Now this could either be dirty mud water or an unknown potion. Damn it, whatever,’ Draco thought, stretg his too lick the tents off the ground.

  Upon iing the strange liquid, he could feel a small amount of mind energy recover.

  He still remembered the feeling of how he used mind during his rampage.

  So, he mao create a small burst of fme lig at the goblin's feet.

  The creature let out a startled yelp and scurried away, its attention diverted.

  ‘Now what do I do if it returns? How did I even end up in this crazy pce? Why didn’t I run when I had the ce? Instead, I just had to go crazy, and now this mess,’ Draco questioned himself.

  ‘Aaaaah, if I survive this madness, I will train like my life depends on it,’ Draco decided, shifting his body to a more fortable position.

  Trembling!!!

  He reserving the st vestiges of his mana as a st resort.

  His temporary reprieve was cut short as a thunderous roar suddenly shook the ground, causing all the fighting creatures to freeze iracks.

  Draco’s eyes widened in terror as a massive form emerged from the trees, its huge jaing wide.

  It was a bloodsaurus, a five-meter-tall ivorous dinosaur, and it had been drawn to the area by the sounds and smell of battle within its territory.

  The smart monsters immediately fled, reizing the apex predator for the deadly threat it posed.

  But some greedier goblins and wolf packs remained, unwilling to abandon their spoils.

  ‘We're dead’ was all that crossed Draind.

  The only path he could see for survival was if the goblins and wolves somehow won, but he khat such a thing happening was unrealistibsp;

  Rooooooooaaaaar!!!

  The bloodsaurus let out another earth-shaking roar and charged into the fray, its massive, cwed feet crushing anything in its path.

  Draco could only wat awe and horror as the mighty beast tore through its oppos, its jaws snapping shut with bone-shattering forbsp;

  The battle was brutal and merciless, the bloodsaurus showing no quarter.

  Draco could feel the ground tremblih him as the monsters fought for their lives.

  He dared not make a sound, lest he drew the attention of the bloodsaurus.

  The battle raged on, the air thick with the sounds of snarls, roars, and the siing ch of bones.

  Draco winced with every kill, his stomach ing.

  He had never witnessed such raw, unadulterated viole was almost too much for his mind to bear.

  ‘Is this the true face of nature’ he thought.

  Just when Draco thought the fight couldn't get any more intense, more monsters were drawn to the area by the otion.

  Hulking ogres, snapping dire wolves, and even a small tribe of orcs joihe fray, each group vying for a piece of the spoils.

  The bloodsaurus fought with a ferocity, its massive jaws cmped down on a hapless ogre, lifting the creature off the ground and shaking it like a ragdoll.

  Blood and viscera rained down, spttering Drad his brother with the grisly remains.

  Vasileios let out a terrified whimper, his body trembling untrolbly.

  At some point, Draco could only hold his body tight, trying to shield himself from the horrific sights and sounds as best he could.

  He also wanted nothing more than to fort his brother, to tell him that everything would be alright.

  But he couldn’t talk, his own fear and uainty overwhelming him.

  He watched in morbid fasation as the bloodsaurus tore through its oppos, its massive tail shing out and sending bodies flying in all dires.

  The creature was an unstoppable force of nature, a true apex predator.

  After what felt like ay, the battle finally began to wind down.

  The surviving monsters, their numbers dwindling, realized the futility of tinuing the fight and began to retreat.

  The bloodsaurus let out a triumphant roar, its massive jaws dripping with the blood of its vanquished foes.

  Draco let out a shaky breath, his body sagging with relief.

  The immediate threat had passed, but he khat they were not yet safe.

  The bloodsaurus was still prowling the area, its attention now turowards the carts and wagons that had bee behind.