Ray looked at the guards. They were divided into four groups and looked relaxed, as if this was just their daily routine.

He saw that there wasn't a single space for him to slip out of the city, so he decided to climb the walls, soon he found a place with a few handholds where he could climb the walls.

From the inside, the wall wasn't that high, but from the outside, it was much taller with a walking path for the guards ran along the top of the wall, used for patrolling.

Luckily, he soon found a spot with no guards. He climbed up and looked at the outside but when he saw the distance of the ground from his place, he couldn't help but cursed under his breath.

"Damn, it's too big!"

The outside wall was about 15 feet high, with hardly any place to grab on to.

There was no way to safely climb down. But Ray was Ray; instead of losing hope, he walked towards the main gates, right above the heads of dozens of guards.

He was like a ghost in the night, not making a single sound. He decided to use the silver plates on the doors as hooks to climb down.

'Slowly,' he thought and he lowered himself with care.

He was only two feet from the ground when he decided to jump, but his leg suddenly landed on a tree branch.

SNAP!

The sound of the branch breaking in the silent night was like a gunshot. The guards immediately went on alert, their heads snapping in the direction of the noise.

"What was that?" one of them said.

"I don't know," another replied, holding his spear tight. "Maybe a night creature?"

Ray didn't give them a second to think. He ran, a silent bluring in the darkness, leaving the city gates behind him.

The guards began to argue. "It's not a night creature or our heads would be rolling by now. Look, the holy bell didn't reacted to it, so it can't be night creature.," a seasoned guard said with a dismissive tone.

"It's probably a wild animal. Let's not get riled up for nothing."

"I'm going to check anyway," a younger guard said, his voice shaky. He decided to climbed the wall and looked around, but he found nothing.

He returned to the others. "Nothing there. I guess you were right."

The guards relaxed, dismissing the incident as a wild animal passing by.

On the other hand, Ray was already far from the city. He wore his mask, a dark symbol of his new purpose, and decided to use Lunar's Rage to increase his speed.

A silver light coated his body, and his legs turned into a blur. The four-hour journey he had taken that day was covered in just fourteen minutes.

He stopped at a place where he could see the walls of the city. He was back, and he was here for a fight.

He saw a tall tree closer to the walls. Without wasting a moment, he climbed it, his movements quick and silent.

He reached the top and looked at the wall, a clear distance between them. He realized the distance was still four meters, but he was sure he could jump that far.

With a powerful force, he jumped, and in a single bound, he landed safely on the wall, with a dangerous smirk on his face.

Ray looked at the guards, who were resting at the closed gates of the city. He ignore them and didn't waste a second.

'Time to move,' he thought to himself, and with a single leap, he was gone, heading toward the eastern part of the city where the three families lived.

He knew there would be guards at the gates of the eastern residency, so he decided to climb the walls instead, which weren't as big as the city's outer wall.

As he climbed the wall, he heard a man's laugh coming from a house on the second floor. There was no one around, and the sound was clear in the silent night.

"This could be either the Dorian or Willson family's house," Ray thought, "but that man... he has a faint holy aura. That means he must be that Zeth guy!"

As his target confirmed, Ray made his way towards the house.

The laugh was coming from an open window on the second floor. He decided to climb through the window and face Zeth directly. But before that, he channelled Lunar's Rage to the maximum.

His muscles swelled, his height increased, and he looked like a completely different man. With a single, powerful leap, he entered the room.

"Who is there!"

Zeth, who was leaning on a woman, suddenly turned to see a monster standing in his room.

The bloodlust radiating from Ray's body, the heavy aura surrounding him, made Zeth instantly think he was a werewolf.

"AAAHAAAAAAAAA!"

The woman screamed, terrified. Zeth tried to find his sword, which was on the opposite side of the room, right where Ray was standing.

"How can a disgusting night creature crawl inside the city?" Zeth yelled, trying to reach his sword.

Ray's voice was heavy and eerie. "Scram."

He punched Zeth in his face. The vice-leader of delta squad didn't even have time to react.

The force of the blow was immense that Zeth stumbled back and crashed into the wall with a heavy impact, followed by the sickening sound echoing in the room.

He slid down the wall, dazed and bleeding from his nose and mouth. He looked at Ray, unable to understand what had just happened.

The woman was still screaming, her eyes wide with terror. Ray didn't even look at her; his focus was entirely on Zeth.

"You... who are you?" Zeth finally managed to say, his voice filled with a broken words.

Ray didn't answer. He simply took another step forward, his eyes burning with a cold fury.

…

Even with his sword missing, Zeth hadn't become the vice-leader of the Delta squad without a reason.

He was disoriented and bleeding, but the moment Ray took that step forward, Zeth pushed off the wall and began chanting a holy mantra.

The chant was fast; it only took him a few seconds.

Though he was wary that the monster would attack before he finished, but to his surprise, nothing happened.

Ray simply stood there, watching him, allowing the ritual to complete.

Meanwhile, the woman's cries of terror had already alerted the people in the house, but they dismissed her cries.

They had become used to hearing the woman cry whenever they knew someone was in Zeth's room, not realizing she wasn't crying because of Zeth's demands, but because of the monster who had just barged in.

They simply turned over and went back to sleep.

As the holy mantra ended, a brilliant light erupted from Zeth's hand.

He now held a sword that had manifested, entirely made up of holy light. An angry grin stretched across his bloodied face.

"You made a mistake, beast," he spat, then attacked Ray.

The sound of the holy sword slicing through the air was deafening. Zeth lunged, thrusting the glowing tip straight at Ray's chest.

Ray didn't move. The holy blade struck him, and Zeth felt the impact, a sharp thud, but instead of hearing a scream or feeling the blade cut flesh, he felt nothing.

Zeth tried again, slashing the holy sword across Ray's mid-section, then thrusting it into his shoulder.

The light from the blade flared with each contact, meant to burn and purify any night creature.

Yet, the Lunar's Rage channelled through Ray's body offered a defense Zeth had never encountered. The primal energy acted like a shield, completely nullifying the holy power.

Zeth stumbled back, his eyes widening in panic. "What are you?" he shouted, his confidence shattered. "Why doesn't the holy light affect you?"

Ray simply stood there, the only visible marks on his body being small singed marks where the holy sword had struck.

He looked at Zeth with cold contempt telling Zeth that the monster had played enough.

"The time for talking is over," Ray said, his voice a low filled with gravelly snarl. He didn't explain or say anything further.

The Lunar's Rage intensified, and Ray's transformation took its final, terrifying form.

His fingers extended, growing long and black, sharp as daggers. His claws grew big and curved, reflecting the pale moonlight from the window.

Zeth had only a moment to realize the danger was far worse than he had imagined.

Before he could raise his holy sword again, Ray moved. His action felt blur to Zeth.

Ray lunged, and with a swift, brutal strike of his massive claw, he ended the fight.

Zeth's head was severed from his body. It tumbled to the floor, the last thing Zeth saw being the bewildered look in his own eyes, a look of utter incomprehension at the power that had just destroyed him.

The holy light of his sword vanished, and the weapon dissolved into nothing.

The only sound in the room now was the whimpering of the terrified woman and the harsh breathing of the masked figure.

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