Chapter 89 Report
It was possible they’d merely stumbled upon these cursed artifacts and found a way to harness them for their own gain. Or perhaps they were pawns in a far more sinister game. Either way, Zion couldn’t afford to make assumptions.
To uncover the truth, he would need help—a mage, someone capable of delving into the origin and purpose of the blood stones. But therein lay the problem. The Mage Tower, which housed the most powerful and knowledgeable mages, was currently under the control of Archmage Elric, the Royal Mage. As the chosen successor and rightful master of the tower, Elric held absolute authority over what knowledge and resources the mages could share.
And unfortunately, Elric had sworn allegiance to the Alpha King.
That alone made things complicated. The Alpha King had marked Zion as someone he dislike, placing him firmly in the crosshairs of the crown. Would Elric even be permitted to assist him? Would the archmage dare defy the king’s will?
Zion wasn’t sure. But one thing was certain—he couldn’t face this darkness alone.
Zion couldn’t help but furrow his brows in deep thought. The repeated rogue attacks against his pack were far too frequent and coordinated to be dismissed as coincidence. In any normal situation, the Alpha King would have already dispatched an envoy or a trusted agent to investigate—such was his duty as the sovereign ruler of all werewolves within his domain.
Yet now, despite the escalating danger, there had been no response. It was as if the Alpha King was deliberately turning a blind eye, using the chaos as a form of punishment against Zion and his pack.
The realization hit hard. If the king truly intended to isolate them, then even the royal mage—his last hope—would likely ignore any plea for assistance. Zion clenched his jaw. If no help was coming, he would have to face this threat alone... or find an alternative path.
But what could he do? If Elric refused his request, then no mage under his command would dare assist him. Should he turn to a witch instead? Or perhaps reach out to the Sacred Land? Yet, contacting the Pope or the Saintess was even more difficult—nearly impossible, in fact. Not even members of the royal family could summon them easily. What chance did he have?