Inside a long-forgotten mansion nestled near the serene Tussar River, a massive, bare-chested man lounged on a throne-like white chair. His upper body was thick with fur, like a beast in human skin.
He was none other than the infamous Celestial Wolf King—Sebastian Hemp.
The mansion, though abandoned by most standards, remained oddly pristine and cozy. It was his personal den—isolated, strategic, and overlooked.
Suddenly, the heavy double doors of the hall creaked open with a booming echo.
Three robust men entered with hurried steps. As they crossed the threshold, all three dropped to a knee and bowed deeply.
"Your Highness," they greeted in unison. "We bring urgent news from Galbaza Town."
Sebastian remained seated, his golden eyes half-lidded with indifference. With a lazy flick of his fingers, he gestured for them to proceed.
"Make it quick."
The three subordinates exchanged nervous glances, silently urging each other to speak.
