Rex has had enough of other forces making a move on him.
He was focusing on the Second Breath and the changes it brought, being peaceful to others, but it seemed he couldn't stay true to that. Now is the second time, a stray Werewolf—an old one who had only awakened entered his territory.
It was said that Werewolf has the best danger instincts, but apparently, that was false.
Knowing his feats, these Werewolves came to his territory as if they owned the place.
Almost as if there was a sign on his border that said 'welcome'.
"Even though none of them had come with bad intentions, I still can't have them coming here without repercussion. It would be very bad, for my reputation, and reputation is the first layer of protection, so I can't let this be" Rex mused lightly.
Deciding to do something about it, he extended his hand and controlled his lunar mana.
A moment is all it takes for a clone of himself to appear beside him.