The deepest part of the fox territory remained silent under the cold night wind. Hidden behind layers of thick glowing vines and ancient rocks was a place nobody dared to enter without permission.
Not all the guards are aware of its existence because this place belonged to Lord Zenobius alone.
A secret wine cellar.
Hundreds of expensive wines rested neatly inside the massive stone cave, glowing faintly under blue crystals attached to the walls. Some bottles were so old their labels had already faded away. Others carried strange symbols from ancient tribes that no longer existed.
Zenobius sat alone beside the long stone table with one leg crossed over the other while holding a glass of dark wine.
His blue eyes remained closed as he gulped the alcohol down slowly.
Trying to calm down. Trying very hard not to let it get out of control.
The memory of CeCe covered in blood kept replaying inside his head no matter how much he tried to suppress it.
