Chapitre 189: I'll kill him.

The city of Seagull stood proudly at the heart of the kingdom, Lumpur, an expansive realm nestled in the western expanse of the nation. Its reputation as a hub of foreign trade resonated across the Velden empire, casting a web of connections far and wide. 

Amidst the bustling streets and lively markets, one figure loomed larger than life — none other than the king of Werewolves, Elijah Deathwok. His presence commanded attention and respect, a formidable and unyielding warrior whose followers held him in unwavering adoration.

Seated upon his opulent throne within the grandeur of his chamber, Elijah reclined with an air of regal nonchalance. At his feet, an entourage of six enchanting women adorned the floor, their beauty as alluring as it was captivating. 

Each graceful form lingered in an artful arrangement, their delicate fingers tracing unseen paths upon his skin as they engaged in whispered conversations that seemed to weave a tapestry of secrets.