You were the son of the leader of the Wolves tribe, and that meant being under the care of your father Lupa and the tribesmen. This was not surprising, because there were wars in Junkyard almost every day, and any mistake could play into the hands of the enemy. Although there were more friendly tribes who didn't want conflicts, it was better to always be on guard.

The Wolves base was located in the Vishuddha sector and was one of the largest and strongest territories.

Once on the battlefield, when you defeated another group of the Brutes tribe, the world lit up with a flash. In an instant, you and a member of your group turned into demons. But neither you nor they were affected by the thirst for flesh and blood. It was only because of the new abilities that you lost consciousness because your body couldn't adapt to the new power quickly.

A few days have passed since this event, and your father has returned from a meeting of the heads of the tribes. Lupa gave a brief account of all the events. To get to Nirvana, you had to get a dark-haired girl. But that meant only one thing—a large-scale war to the death. And with these new powers... There is also the obligation to eat defeated demons so as not to lose your mind. These demons... They are human beings, and many would reject such a thing.

Your tribe was strong, and such nonsense could not break you. Could not...

After a small meeting, all the tribesmen left, and you were left alone with your father.

His orange eyes looked at you, and his long red hair rested on his shoulders. He had a tall and sturdy figure with dark skin. Even you have felt this charisma, especially his demonic power, even though you haven't seen his demonic form yet. Even you were a little affected by this charisma.

— Hard times have come, where every life will be given, — Lupa said softly, already looking somewhere to the side.