Geographically speaking, the structure of the Ruvia n was extremely loose. The n was divided into countless subdivisions and their forces were spread thin. Only within a single section of Aquazyl could the Ruvia n be considered truly strong.


    This was the same location where the vige elder''s message was directed.


    Within a rtivelyrge city containing many thousands of Ruvia n members, there was one building that stood out more than the rest. Nothing about this building gave away its uniqueness. Whether it was the architectural design or materials, they weren''t much different from any of the surrounding buildings.


    However, whenever a Ruvia n member passed in front of this building, they''d take a moment to bow in reverence.


    This was the home of their n Head. He was a stoic man and often his gait would terrify people even if that wasn''t his intent, but in his heart, he was a man who put his n above all else.


    The n Head was benevolent. His existence was what allowed the Ruvia n to flourish to its current apparent prosperity. Even when it came to matters of session, he promoted democracy. He didn''t want to see the Ruvia n fall into a pit of internal conflict.


    The n Head was arge man, standing around 7 feet tall. He had short, spiky ck hair and an angr face, the deep scar running from his forehead to his corbone being his most eye-catching feature.


    At the moment, he held a transmission talisman in his hand, his brows creased in thought.


    ''Elder Abul? What could this be about?'' He wondered.


    The second he injected his mana into the talisman and heard the message''s contents, however, the sternness of his face became increasingly firm.


    ''This…this could work.''


    He didn''t waste his time doubting the fractured n. With the framework he''d been provided and his own tactical knowledge, he was able to piece together the makings of a truly viable n.


    ''That spatial expert will be the key to this n''s sess or failure. Before I make any decisions, I must first test his worth.''


    Just like that, Damien''s entry into the Ruvia n''s main headquarters was secured. As long as he could properly disy his prowess to the n Head, his journey would be infinitely smooth.


    However, the same couldn''t be said for Zara.


    Compared to Damien, she received entry into the Oga n''s headquarters much faster, but the atmosphere was much different.


    Unlike the benevolence and tactical prowess of the Ruvia n, the Oga n specialized in brutality. As Zara had witnessed for herself, the Oga n was a realm of berserkers where results would be obtained by any means possible.


    For the sake of destroying the Tephit n, their disposition was actually weed. Their recklessness would greatly aid the allied force in pressing forward.


    But to convince them to even take part in said n was a hurdle of immense proportions.


    Zara stood in arge pce facing a woman sitting on a throne of bones. Her eyes were cold and ruthless, her body prone in preparation for any danger.


    "Still not willing to submit? Presumptuous!" The woman roared.


    Five men and women appeared from the shadows andunched themselves at Zara, their eyes dyed red with bloodlust.


    Before they could even reach her, they were frozen into blocks of ice and skewered by shadows.


    "Your people are not strong enough to force me. Give up before I decide to get serious." Zara stated.


    The woman in front of her wasn''t even the Oga n Head. She was merely a Great Elder.


    While her status was also high, she didn''t have any authority to move the entire n.


    Only, when Zara first entered the n, the Great Elder took a liking to her. Wanting her as both a beastpanion and a sex ve, the Great Elder began to pressure Zara through strength and numbers.


    Unfortunately, she overestimated herself. Now that they''d reached this point, a few tens of her subordinates had been mercilessly ughtered and Zara looked just as pristine as she did when she first entered.


    Her ims about the Great Elder being too weak to force her…were extremely true.


    "I haven''t attacked you because I have business with your n Head. Aside from that, any extra strength will be wee in the future. Before I''m forced to strike a blow against the Oga n, stop your nonsense."


    Zara spoke coldly and calmly as if she was unbothered, but she was boiling with fury on the inside. She wanted to rip this woman to shreds. She wanted to show the Great Elder the true meaning of brutality, the brutality of the First Dungeon. Her bestial instincts and bloodline were screaming at her to raise hell.


    But she suppressed these instincts to the best of her ability. She wouldn''t allow her bloodline to control her into making more mistakes. She would tame it and force it to submit.


    The Great Elder could only count herself lucky for Zara''s consideration. She, unfortunately, didn''t seem to realize the great grace she''d been bestowed.


    "You lowly mutt. A great being like me has dered you worthy of being my ve, yet you reject? Then die!"


    The Great Elder outstretched her arm, causing her bone throne to rattle. The countless humanoid bones raised into the air and sharpened into des, moving thereafter to fill Zara with holes!


    However…


    "What the hell do you think you''re doing?"


    A chilly atmosphere filled the throne room. The bone weapons, mid-flight, were halted in their tracks.


    Another woman walked through the entrance. The sight of her instantly caused the Great Elder to cower.


    "C-n Head…" she whispered respectfully, bowing her head.


    "n Head? You have the audacity to call me that? You took my guest and tried to turn her into a ve, is that the behavior a Great Elder should show?"


    "B-but…!" The Great Elder protested. The n Head had never objected to her behavior before. Many so-called "guests" had be dogs for the Great Elder to abuse as she pleased.


    But Zara was different. The weight Zara held surpassed the Great Elder by leagues, should her ims be true.


    The Great Elder immediately felt a grand sura envelop her. Her bone throne shattered into countless fragments that pierced into her skin, and the aura suppression''s weight forced her to her knees, her head nted on the floor.


    "You must be Zara." The Oga n Head said, ignoring the groveling Great Elder. "My name is Ria, and I am the one you came here to meet."


    Zara nodded nomittally. "Well met."


    "Mm, I guess your attitude is reasonable considering how you''ve been treated until now. But don''t you think you''re looking down on me too much?" The n Head said.


    ? "No, you''re the one looking down on me. Don''t try to be subtle with your bullshit and tell me outright. You want to fight, no?"


    Zara bared her fangs. Ever since entering the Oga n, her battlelust had been at an all-time high. Something about the primal atmosphere made her want to rip everyone who even slightly disrespected her to shreds.


    And it wasn''t like she was the only one feeling this way. The n Head, ever since hearing about Zara''s proposal, had been itching for a fight.


    A girl weaker than she was actually dared to dream so big? She dared to think up a n that even she, the Oga n Head, wasn''t able to realize?


    Audacious!


    Before anything else, she wanted to put Zara in her ce. Because a dog that didn''t follow orders…


    Wasn''t a dog she needed.