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Kit realized this wasn't Rex he was speaking to, it was his wolf, who has fought his human daily, beating him down physically, internally, but even more cruelty eviscerated his psyche thinking he was destined to die, to fade into shadow. "Everyone knows their job, Brother. As much as I try imaging this is what Tristan’s father felt in the moment he knew it was time to fight to chase the Rogues out of the Council." Kit shook his head. "You're a genius, Kit! We have an untapped source of information in Tristan’s memories!" Rex turned to head to Tris, but Kit laid a hand on the Alpha's shoulder.

Storm Corps’ members Keo, Maison, Dray, and the others were the ones leading the group. “What’s the situation, Agor? How could there be people in Hathe City who dare to push our Storm Corps around?” As soon as he got out of the car, a sturdy man walked up to him and shouted loudly. This man was Keo. He ranked second in Storm Corps. Keo was also a Transcendent powerhouse. “It was done by the entourage of a guy named Young Master Vladimir,” Agor grumbled angrily while pushing the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

It really was hard for him to continue pursuing Fane with them. That disciple nodded, "Yeagen, just go back and rest. You should be recovering from your injuries." Yeagen nodded immediately, adding, "Honestly, I wouldn't dare to follow anyway! In that battle between Fane and the demon kings, just the shockwaves alone were enough to kill Teagan. Triton is far stronger than those demon kings. A battle between two warriors at the peak isn't something any normal person can handle. Just the shockwaves alone could be fatal!"

said Rogue sarcastically as he turned to look over at Sir Alex who was standing at the end of their queue making Sir Alex sputter . ******* " Gahh , get off me . I'm feeling really bad here !" " Oi, don't touch me there - how dare you ! I'm Regulus Kaisen the leader of holy knight 's seventh squadron , how dare you manhandle me like that ?" " Oi , Oi - Don't ! Gahh ! You uncharacteristically rude maid !"

It was indeed … a trap. Arth swallowed hard the lump on his throat. He could not believe that Tristan was a member of the Frostguarde. All five of them were dressed in cerulean-colored cloak, even the Divine Knight himself. One of them had a middle-aged face of a man, holding a long blue spear. Another member was a red-haired lady wielding a brown staff. That was all what Arth could notice, as his arms were already trembling with fear and exhaustion. Divine Knight Kael removed the hood of his cloak, revealing his black hair fixed backward. His lips formed a smirk as he looked at Arth, amused.