Beast King City, the night was as dark as ink.
Nolan Sterling stood atop the palace's high terrace, his expression deep, eyes narrowed, staring intently at a certain spot, lost in thought.
Silvery moonlight spilled over his body, casting a long silhouette. Nine fox tails gently swayed behind him, languid, seductive, exuding an alluring charm.
"Someone, come."
He called softly, his voice cold as a frozen pool.
A shadow appeared silently behind him.
Then knelt on one knee, respectfully: "Your Highness."
Nolan's gaze reached far off into the distance, as if piercing through layers of night, landing straight on Cragfall.
He spoke slowly: "Go to Cragfall, investigate the whereabouts of the Nine-Tailed White Fox. If it really is Kian Sterling... kill him on the spot, leave no survivors."
Ah, my brother, since you're lucky enough to survive, don't blame your elder brother for being ruthless.
The title of Beast King can only be mine.
