On the other hand, Elvis had arrived at the dark dungeon.
All males have night vision capabilities, so the dungeon needed no torch nor other sources of light, thus there was not even a window inside.
It was in absolute darkness, but Elvis and Cole could see each other clearly.
Cole had broken his tail, making him look hideous and weak. He raised his head and looked at Elvis, who had a murderous energy around him, yet did not show any signs of hatred or fear on his face. He maintained a smile throughout, alienated but respectful.
"Wanna know where your sons are?" Cole broke the ice.
Elvis smirked, "Not really. You better get rid of them before I find them, so I feel better when I kill you."
Cole did not seem surprised, only nodding, "As expected of the eldest male beast of the stray beasts, being this cold even towards his own cubs, not caring about their life and death."