Caron observed the chaos unfolding among his enemies, a faint smile of amusement playing on his lips.0

This is better than I expected, he thought.0

Boom!0

Bessic, the Sixth Hero, turned his massive ax toward Edward without hesitation. His fury wasn't limited to Edward alone; the latter's subordinates were also caught in the storm of indiscriminate violence. Half-mad and driven by rage, Bessic no longer distinguished between friend or foe, slashing through anyone within reach.0

"So, this is what happens when pent-up frustrations explode all at once?" Guillotine asked.0

"It certainly looks that way," Caron said.0

"What a nasty, evil ability you've got. Suits you perfectly."0

Caron chuckled, taking in the scene. Though he had initially thought that such a technique wouldn't work on those who had reached a higher level of power, Bessic's current state proved otherwise. It seemed even a 7-Star knight could succumb under the right conditions.0

"Just a matter of shattering their composure, isn't it?" Caron mused aloud.0

The higher one's level was, the more important it became to maintain emotional control. Calm was the foundation of effective combat. But Bessic, despite his rank, had failed to uphold this basic principle. His loss of composure, paired with his underlying inferiority complex toward Edward, had been the perfect storm for his downfall.0

Bessic's rage, directed at Edward with unyielding hostility, hadn't been born overnight. It was clear this animosity had been simmering for a long time. The Rabies only served to fan...0