Chapter 241: The Battle that will begin soon
Samuel's POV
The fire crackled gently in the small hearth of the old tavern, casting flickering shadows across the wooden walls. I sat at the corner table, sipping a bitter cup of tea. The place was quiet, save for the hushed voices of travelers and locals exchanging news over cheap drinks. I kept my hood low, my senses sharp, listening.
Then, I heard it.
"They say the King of Beasts crushed a whole battalion of armed elites from the North."
"Tch, that's nothing. I heard he tore through the Crimson Fangs' mercenary guild... bare-handed."
"Owen Yates... that monster ain't human anymore. And his power? Still growing. Some call him the Apex. He's not just strong—he's terrifying."
I let the words sink in.
Owen Yates.
That name kept echoing through this world like a goddamn storm cloud.
Even now, just the mention of him made people nervous. The tales were always laced with awe... and fear.
A young scout seated near the hearth leaned forward and whispered, "They say no beast dares challenge him. Some call him the 'Beast King,' but others..." his voice dropped lower, "they call him 'The Evolution.'"