Chapter 88: Words For and Against.

Somehow the one legged man had managed to defy the pain in his leg and now was able to stand while being aided by a pillar behind him. The murky spittle was still slowly trailing down the face of the much older councilman who stood frozen at the spot, his two eyes shut tightly closed as if he's begging the deities for control.

The King found himself sitting on the grand throne while pressing a jar of wine onto his forehead. The four Lycans weren't far off, each taking up positions to be sure not to miss anything from what was about to happen.