Frostbound

With a ferocious roar, I slammed into the charging Demons with all I had. With the boost from [Fury] and [Avalanche], even as small as it was at the start, I swung my hammer with over a thousand points of strength behind it.

That didn't even include the boost from burning my bloodline. My bloodline didn't show up on my status sheet in the form of additional points, it was a more foundational boost, pushing every point of those thousand further than before.

Honestly, my Bloodline was the largest boost I had even if it wouldn't last as long.

With all the strength I could muster behind my leading swing, I didn't even use any attacking skill. Only sheer force.

The leading Hellhound that had the honor of receiving my opening blow vaporized. Not even its bones could withstand the force of my swing, turning into a bonemeal mist rather than white projectile shards. The poor thing wasn't even in E-rank, and now never would be.

Even with all my dungeon running and training, I had never leveraged my entire strength for such a weak monster, and seeing the resulting death was... something. My swing didn't even slow down from the impact, carrying on to gift the same treatment to three more beasts.

My charge didn't slow, it couldn't slow, and I wouldn't allow it to slow.

My legs pumped just as hard and fast as before and I rocketed into their front lines. The warriors behind me would land in a softened line or I couldn't call myself a leader.

While I knew not every leader was the same, I had had a lot of time to think about the kind I wanted to be. Spending nearly a year being in charge of people had made me ponder about it a lot.

While I might not have solidified every aspect of the kind of leader I wanted to be, I knew one thing at least.

I was the kind to lead from the front.

Charging through their ranks left broken and devastated corpses in my wake and I didn't stop. Their density of bodies and sheer number of enemies made it nearly impossible to miss with my wide swings.