Rex stared at the crimson sky and felt the anger rising to his throat once again.
It was the colour of a presence that he would never mistake.
Doing what he wanted was never an option—from the start. Not when his enemies were circling around him like hyenas, waiting to take a bit from him. He needed to constantly aspire to become stronger until he had enough power to destroy the Lunirich Gods once and for all.
Only then would he be able to have a sliver of peace.
As long as the Lunirich Gods still survived, he and the pack would never live in peace.
So far, Rex had always waded the Lunirich Gods, triumphing over them again and again.
It was already a feat that most mortals would never achieve—and yet the happiness he felt each time he triumphed over the Lunirich Gods never lasted long. That happiness turned into dread quickly. He knew that given enough chances, the Lunirich Gods would prevail against him.
