Chapter 30: Bloodlines
"What kind of news?" the Wendigos' general inquired, his voice a low rumble.
"Someone is coming to the city, tomorrow at the latest... And from Josephine's words, this person must be incredibly important, perhaps the only one who could save them." Xanor replied, his gaze unwavering.
"Save them?" The general scoffed, a sneer twisting his lips. "I have 10,000 soldiers with me, the weakest being a Core Formation Stage 3... Who could possibly save them?!"
Xanor merely raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "Don't get cocky; we haven't won the battle yet." He opened his palm, and a finely rolled scroll materialized. "This is the blueprint of the castle and city, with every secret exit marked. Make sure you guard every single one, and kill anyone who passes through them." He tossed the scroll to the general, who caught it with a practiced hand. Xanor's tone then grew serious. "And remember our deal."
"Yeah. Yeah... We won't kill all the beastmen and women. We'll take 70% of them and retreat when you face me... Then you'll be the savior and rule the beast nation. Not only that, we'll also help you take control of Planet Zax. Yes, I remember our deal," the general recited with a bored expression, clearly having gone over this many times.
Xanor stared at the armored Wendigo for a few moments, then gave a curt nod.
WHOOSH!!
Dark energy billowed from his feet, engulfing him. In the next instant, where Xanor had stood, a magnificent werewolf, its fur as black as midnight, stood eight feet tall.
The werewolf, still Xanor, inclined his head slightly. "How long to the city?" he asked, his voice now a deeper, guttural rumble.
"A week," the general replied, his eyes fixed on the imposing figure before him.
"Make it sooner. You have three days at most," Xanor commanded. He then spun on all fours and, with a powerful burst of speed, disappeared into the night.