Chapter 423 – A life given for a life taken
King Fenrir and the wolf watched the corpse of Koftilo smearing the ground in crimson. A horrible stench of iron and piss bloated the room, settling on it like a harrowing blanket.
The King's eyes were cold and calculating, his pupils contracting, pulsing, watching the corpse as if able to see something none could see.
After a moment, the King grunted. It was a low, rumbling sound that boomed through the throne room scarred with marks of the past.
Hearing the grunt, the wolf let out a low howl, rose lazily, its beastly eyes shining with craving.
It strode toward the fallen corpse, its movement slow and steady, making no sound, as if time itself was a servant of it.
Arriving near the corpse, the wolf ducked its head, its tongue flickering out, drinking the blood of the fallen man with dark glee.
