Chapter 69
Rayden might have been a baby, but his mind was not.
He was a veteran strategist. The type who dissected opponents layer by layer, breaking them down with precise, suffocating planning.
And then there was his other side.
The one that walked straight into battle and crushed everything in sight. The one that left cities in ruin and armies in ashes, a manic grin carved across his face.
That was Vastro.
This version of him, Rayden, trapped in the body of a baby, did not have overwhelming power.
Not yet.
If he had not gotten his hands on the ten skills from the system, he would already be dead. No doubt about it.
"I am drifting," Rayden muttered internally, focusing again.
Ahead of him, the Blue Horned Wolves snarled and growled. The distance between the two packs was only several meters, yet the bloodlust was thick enough to choke on.
Of course it was.
These two packs had been enemies for years. Each wanted the other extinct.
