Marik's heart sank when he heard that voice.
It had almost been a year since their last confrontation, and in his memory, this cursed wolf had not yet reached the peak of his power. Back then, his voice hadn't carried such overwhelming majesty or danger.
In fact, Marik had believed himself stronger than Kael at the time. Seeing the cursed wolf cornered by his subordinates, forced into the desperate act of throwing Jojo off the cliff, had given the tiger an immense boost of confidence at that time.
But now, Kael's voice resonated with a commanding, regal presence that only a true king could possess. The hostility within it was so intense that Marik's fur bristled, a shiver running through his spine.
Even so, Marik knew he couldn't back down.
Not while Sisi and Jojo were still with him.
He lifted his head and stared straight at the monster standing before him.
