The Beast King City, the night was as dark as ink.
Nolan Sterling stood on the palace's high terrace, his expression heavy as he squinted at a particular spot, lost in thought.
The silvery moonlight spilled over him, casting a long silhouette, with nine fox tails gently swaying behind him, lazy and enchanting, with a hint of allure.
"Come here."
He called out softly, his voice cold as an icy pool.
A shadow silently appeared behind him.
Kneeling on one knee, he respectfully said, "Your Highness."
Nolan Sterling's gaze directed towards the distance, as if piercing through the layers of night, straight to Cragfall.
He slowly spoke, "Go to Cragfall and investigate the whereabouts of the Nine-Tailed White Fox. If it is truly Kian Sterling... eliminate him on the spot, leave no survivors."
Oh, dear third brother, since you miraculously survived, don't blame your big brother for being ruthless.
The position of Beast King can only be mine.
