NARRATOR

The King of the Beastmen had come with his army to support what, according to him, would be Edmund’s crushing victory.

What a load of crap!

Not only did that damn sorcerer lose, but his people exposed themselves as traitors and had locked up their Queen Zeraphina and all the lionesses.

It was all the fault of those traitorous females who now marched away with Cedrick’s army.

Looks like they made it out safely, despite him ordering them to be hunted down.

Even Alpha Drakmor was among them.

How could he have lost such powerful magic?!

And worse: the werewolves had evolved into a stronger kind of creature!

Why only them?! Weren’t they beasts too?

They arrived while that powerful energy was still floating in the air, but the lion leader felt an intense pain in his chest... and then nothing.

The power passed over him and every other beastman that had come with him.

Why did the damn werewolves always get the best of everything?!

Drakkar held the answers in his mind,