Outside the Wolf Mountain,
"L-leave my hand…"
As Ethan was checking out his purchases, Blackfang was begging Golden Horn to leave his hand.
His voice trembled as he begged, the arrogance and lust from earlier completely wiped away under Golden Horn's strong grip.
"Since you dared to lay your dirty claws on my Diamond, they should no longer exist."
Golden Horn's eyes were cold. Not a trace of hesitation could be found in them. Instead of loosening his grip, his fingers tightened even further.
'Kacha—!'
'Aaargh—!'
A miserable scream tore out of Blackfang's throat as the bones in his wrist continued to shatter. Cold sweat poured down his face as his knees buckled.
"P-please… Golden Horn… I was wrong… forgive me… I swear I won't touch her again…!"
Blackfang struggled desperately, his voice hoarse and broken, but Golden Horn didn't even glance at him.
'Damn it… How the hell did he become so strong?'
Amidst the unbearable pain, Blackfang's cunning mind began to race.
