THE WAR GOD MADE OF STEEL

The Monster Unleashed

The moment he approached Hawthorne, he forcefully grabbed him with both hands and lifted him high into the air.

The veins on his forehead bulged as his red eyes burned with fury, then he roared with a terrifying deep voice that seemed to freeze the entire room.

“You've been a threat to Esturis!”

“But that ends today!”

“Who do you think you are?!”

He quickly released him, and Hawthorne crashed heavily onto the floor. He coldly glanced at Rowan before shifting his gaze to Master Draxson.

He wanted to fight. He wanted to take on Master Draxson, Rowan, and every soldier in the room using nothing but his advanced combat skills and deadly precision. However, he was still handcuffed, furiously straining against the cuffs and gritting his teeth while glaring at all of them.

Rowan stood nearby with his hands buried in his pockets, smiling mockingly. The soldiers remained standing in perfect formation, while the intimidating Supreme Commander returned majestically to his mighty throne.

His scarred face looked terrifying. His red eyes and bulging veins alone were enough to make Rowan and the soldiers almost shiver.

Yet Hawthorne remained calm and fearless. He continued staring directly at Master Draxson without the slightest sign of fear — that boldness unsettled the almighty commander once again.

Master Draxson turned toward the two military guards standing behind him and shouted at the one on the right.

“Go and tell Behemoth that Master Draxson requires his presence immediately!”

“His work is waiting for him!”

The young guard quickly bowed.

“Understood, Master.”

Without delay, he hurried out of the room.

Master Draxson then looked at Hawthorne and shouted,

“Your breakfast will be served!”

Hawthorne remained calm on the surface, but deep down, he wondered who this Behemoth was.

The name alone sounded monstrous. To make matters worse, he was still handcuffed, but he remained composed. “I’ll wait and see... just who this Behemoth really is,” he thought.

Rowan approached him with a satisfied smile.

“Finally, you're about to be broken. That fake smile of yours will soon disappear.”

He pulled one hand from his pocket and tapped Hawthorne on the shoulder.

“Good luck.”

Then he stepped back, returning to his position beside the soldiers. A venomous smile remained on his face as he waited for the punishment to begin.

Master Draxson continued glaring angrily at Hawthorne, yet Hawthorne remained completely unmoved.

Suddenly, the massive doors burst open.

BOOM!!

A gigantic figure entered the room.

The man was so enormous that he had to lower his head to pass through the doorway. His body was covered in tattoos and old scars, and he looked even more terrifying and imposing than Master Draxson himself.

He wore army camouflage trousers and a tight military-green singlet that exposed his broad chest, massive shoulders, six packs, and rock-hard muscles. Veins bulged across his powerful arms and enormous biceps.

His face was scarred. A stone-cut hairstyle sat atop his head while thick brown beards covered his jaw. He looked more like a monster than a man.

It was none other than Behemoth.

The guard who had gone to summon him had already returned and stood beside Master Draxson.

The moment Behemoth entered, Rowan and the soldiers felt an overwhelming pressure. Several of them completely shivered, yet the most shocking sight remained Hawthorne — he stood completely unshaken and fearless, boldly staring at the monster before him.

Master Draxson, Rowan, and the soldiers were all unsettled by such courage. Even Behemoth himself was shocked.

This wasn't what he had expected. The man standing before him showed no fear whatsoever.

Everyone in the room was surprised. However, none of them showed it openly.

Neither Master Draxson, Rowan, nor Behemoth wanted to appear weak before Hawthorne.

Behemoth stopped before Master Draxson, bowed respectfully, and spoke with a loud, thunderous voice.

“At your service, Master.”

Several soldiers and even Rowan instinctively shifted backward under his imposing presence.

But Hawthorne remained exactly where he was, his eyes staying fixed on Master Draxson and the monster he had unleashed.

Master Draxson pointed at Hawthorne.

“Do the needful!”

“I don't need to remind you!”

Behemoth bowed again.

Slowly, he turned toward Hawthorne.

His body trembled with rage, the veins across his massive frame bulged violently, and his eyes turned blood-red. His already terrifying face became even scarier.

Then he started walking toward him, each step of his mighty boots striking the floor with frightening force.

Hawthorne remained composed.

Without warning, Behemoth rushed forward.

BAM!

His massive fist slammed directly into Hawthorne's mouth with all his strength.

Then he roared,

“How dare you challenge my Master, the greatest Supreme Commander ever!”

BAM!

Another brutal punch landed.

BAAMM!!

The third strike was even more thunderous. The room seemed to shake beneath the impact.

Blood streamed from Hawthorne's mouth. The pain was immense, yet he refused to scream. Refused to beg. Refused to break.

Instead, he calmly looked at Behemoth.

Master Draxson sat majestically on his throne with one leg crossed over the other, watching the scene unfold. Rowan folded his arms and watched with excitement and satisfaction.

Then Hawthorne said something unbelievable. Blood still trickled from his mouth as he spoke.

“You all are lucky that I'm cuffed. I would have dealt with every one of you mercilessly.”

Hawthorne continued glaring at them with a cold, fearless expression.

“Especially you... and you.”

He nodded toward Rowan and Master Draxson, his cuffed hands preventing him from pointing directly at them.

“If you want to confirm how serious I am, just uncuff me. Then watch and see me in action.”

He raised his cuffed hands slightly, his eyes blazing with defiance.

“I dare all of you.”

The entire room froze.

This time, nobody could hide their shock.

Rowan frowned. For the first time, genuine disbelief appeared on his face before he quickly concealed it.

Behemoth was stunned. Years of beating prisoners had never produced someone like this. No one had ever endured such punishment and still spoken with such audacity.

Master Draxson was equally shocked. His presence commanded fear and respect throughout nations, yet this man refused to submit. This man refused to break.

Slowly, Master Draxson straightened on his throne. His eyes burned with fury as he whispered in utter disbelief.

“Unbelievable.”

Then he suddenly exploded with rage.

Pointing directly at Hawthorne, he shouted angrily at the monster he unleashed.

“Why are you still standing there?!”

“Teach him who runs this place!”

“Add more pressure!”

“Tear him apart!”

His thunderous voice swallowed the entire room.

And Behemoth was about to unleash true destruction upon Hawthorne.