The psychological warfare was as devastating as the physical assault. Arthur wasn't just defeating the Golden Manes—he was destroying their pack structure, their confidence, and their leader's authority through humiliation that transcended mere violence.
From his position at the clearing's edge, the Golden Beetle watched the unfolding massacre with eyes that reflected absolute shock and disbelief. This was nothing like he had expected when he had warned his master about the legendary pack's capabilities. In all his years of territorial observation, he had never witnessed anything that approached this level of one-sided dominance.
The legendary Golden Mane King—a creature that had ruled these forests for decades through sheer power and brilliance was being reduced to nothing more than a helpless spectator to his own pack's destruction.
The beetle's voice was in full awe as he processed what he was witnessing.
