Mael Valerius had arrived early, arms folded as he leaned against the Totem Pole, watching the proceedings, his Dragon Horn faintly visible in the shadows, yet he made no move to reveal himself.
"Where's the antidote?"
Kian Sterling no longer looked at Chloe Callahan, his fox tail twisting around Nolan Sterling's throat, his voice so soft it seemed afraid to disturb the dying Old Beast King. "I'll count to three."
Nolan's throat was constricted by the fox tail, his face instantly turning dark purple, struggling to breathe.
With difficulty, his gaze swept past Kian Sterling's back to the ten snow-white fox tails; inside, he was deeply shocked.
He had once watched with his own eyes as Third Prince lost three tails and fled from Beast King City in disgrace.
What exactly had he experienced at the Main Sect of Aetheria? Not only did he recover his lost tails, he even evolved into the Ten-Tailed Celestial Fox?
Could it be the Sacred Pool of the sect truly has such miraculous power?
