Chapter 83 Rogues
Knowing how much Levi had grown and how formidable he’d become, Zion felt a sense of reassurance. With Levi leading the warriors on the eastern front, he could focus all his attention on the southern border without worrying about being spread too thin.
Not long after, thanks to Zion’s immense agility and powerful build, he arrived at the southern border. The sounds of clashing bodies and growls filled the air—his warriors were already engaged in a fierce battle against the incoming rogues.
"Argh!" one of Zion’s warriors cried out as a rogue wolf clamped its jaws around his throat. The rogue was larger than the others, its fur a muddy brown and a deep claw-mark scar slashed across its right eye. With a vicious shake of its head, it tore the warrior’s throat wide open—killing him instantly. The gruesome display wasn’t just savage; it was a message. A taunt aimed directly at Zion.
But instead of reacting with rage, Zion merely snorted, his piercing eyes locking onto the scarred wolf. He could tell—this one wasn’t just stronger; it was leading the attack on this side of the border.
A low growl rumbled from his chest as a few more rogues began to circle him, their snarls cutting through the forest. They moved with eerie coordination, clearly trying to isolate him. Meanwhile, the rest of the rogue force was keeping his warriors occupied, preventing them from rushing to his aid.
"Do they really think they can take us down just because they have numbers? Pathetic," Shura scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. He sounded more annoyed than interested, as if the rogues weren’t even worth his claws.
Zion growled in frustration. "You said you needed an outlet. So what are you waiting for? Take it out on them!"
"They’re beneath me." Shura replied haughtily, his tone bored.
Zion’s eyes darkened. "Oh, they’re beneath you? And yet you trash my office like a rabid animal every time you’re in a bad mood? You trying to drive Levi insane?"