No Place for a Packless Wolf
Its bloodied wolf snout grinned viciously at the Emperor's palanquin.
Seeing hundreds of his victorious elite troops slaughtered to no avail in three minutes, and his cunning poisonous tactics thwarted by the intelligence of the pure outcast Queen, the Emperor finally realized one bitter reality: He had chosen the wrong pure opponent. The rise of Vanguard-Sterling is not merely the arrogance of old Europe, but the anomaly of a new monster that dominates muscle and reason in pure absolute terms!
The emperor threw a black jade smoke bomb onto the ground. "We're not done yet, Sterling," he whispered before his body dissolved into a storm of pure electromagnetic shadows, fleeing like a cow