In the dead of the night, under the soft and cool glow of the twin moons, Adam and Ennea dashed through the dense forest, their expressions grim and full of rage.
Adam's upper body was bare. His clothes had already been destroyed in the last battle. As he rode atop the majestic white fox, the muscles on his back rippled with power.
His torso was filled with scars, big and small. Moreover, the biggest scar that he had stretched from his neck, all the way down toward his waist.
This was the injury left behind by the Hexaclaw Panther.
He had never been so close to death as he was earlier in the fight just now.
Ever since this war with the orcs had begun, it was one bad thing after the other for him. Things never went according to Adam's plan, and as a result, he had to rake his brains to get out of his predicaments.
However, even he would have never expected things to go so awry.
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