Bab 372: The Light Before the Fall

Adrian could feel the tension rising as he hovered above the battlefield on Bane's back. The werefox king was growing more enraged by the second, its growls echoing through the chaos below. The elite werebeasts, larger and more dangerous, were closing in, snarling with anticipation.

Adrian surveyed the battlefield one last time. The sheer number of enemies was staggering—thousands of werebeasts, climbing, crawling, and leaping over each other to get to him. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what he was about to do.

"Alright, buddy," Adrian whispered, his eyes narrowing as he leaned forward. "It's time."

With a sharp tug on the reins, Adrian directed Bane into a steep, heart-stopping descent. They plummeted toward the ground, slicing through the air as the mutant werebeasts reacted immediately, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust. The werefox king, sensing an opportunity, let out a deafening howl, rallying its forces.