Bab 376: Who Is The Real Hunter [1]

While the battlefield rumbled with clashes and roars of beasts, Doome's booming laughter filled the skies as he fought the werebeast king. But amidst the chaos, the two remaining werebeast kings watched with growing frustration, their frowns deepening. The arrogance of these humans, treating them as if they didn't exist, was infuriating.

Adrian, as if sensing their thoughts, turned toward them with a calm, almost mischievous smile. "Don't worry," he said, his voice carrying effortlessly over the noise of battle. "I didn't forget about you."

The two kings blinked, surprise flickering in their eyes as they watched him glance to his side. To their astonishment, a man and woman floated beside Adrian as if they had been there all along, effortlessly blending into the chaos of the battle until now.

"Aunty Tessa, Uncle Lenny," Adrian said, nodding respectfully to the pair. "The smaller one is yours."