[TAMIKO]
The news of the raging psycho rogue who was tearing through the realm looking for someone and no one in particular spread through the realm and beyond like wildfire. The packs had already grown weary and the factions were readying themselves to defend their homes.
Everyone was scared shitless of the rogue and if they were being honest, that rogue reminded them of the Lycan king, but then none of the people outside Kawai knew that the suspect was the dark king they were scared of.
Expectedly the rumors hit the ears of the targeted audience and frankly, it is more of a confusing battle than what they had assumed possibly. Rage and anger were familiar emotions, but as they watched the bloodied rogue walk into their camp, they knew.
"He really stepped out of Kawai for the first time in seven hundred years," Kosta whispered when his Lycan surged forward to bow to the king who was heading their way like the skies were colored blue during the storms.
