"Huh! Tikalo? So it's you!..."
The lit fire pit illuminated the Divine Descendant's Palace in Lake Sacrifice City; the orange glow of the flames reflected off the fierce faces of the Dog Descendant Warriors. The shadows of the warriors, elongated by the firelight, cast onto the surrounding walls, resembling the shapes of fierce beasts. The unwashed dark red on those walls clearly hinted at slaughter and death, as if they were the lairs of a wolf pack.
"Strange! You're not dead? The mutts in Hidden Serpent City didn't kill you, didn't offer you on the altar? You're so thin, how did you escape back?"
Black Wolf Torc donned leather armor, with two bronze axes at his side, boldly spreading his legs, leaning back on the stone seat at the top. His unruly and fierce posture resembled that of a Wolf King among a pack of wolves! At this moment, he squinted, carefully examining Tikalo's pale demeanor and emaciated figure, then grinned, revealing sharp teeth.
