Chapter 416

Third Person’s POV

His heart swelled with fervor. Lance, the commander who had reclaimed the southern border, had long been recalled to the capital.

His

presence here now could only mean one thing–he had come to rescue Stokes.

Lance had also spotted them. In the darkness, he could only see pairs of eyes.

One individual’s gaze was th excitement, nearly brimming with tears.

A spark of doubt flickered in Lance’s mind as he inched closer.

Eugene removed his black mask, revealing his true face.

Though he and Lance had never fought side by side, they were no strangers to each other.

Eugene had anticipated that Lance would recognize him and flashed a grin.

However, Lance stared at the weathered, dirt–smeared face before him, certain that he had never laid eyes on this man before.

Yet, seeing the man’s grin, so broad it seemed on the verge of tears, a sudden thought struck Lance–could this be……

He clenched his fist, raised it high above his head, and repeated the motion three times.

This was the signature gesture of the werewolf warriors from Alpha Bentley’s legion.

Before every battle, the warriors of Alpha Bentley’s legion would perform this gesture, followed by three thunderous chants of “Victory!”

to tears and mirrored the

of “Victory!” but restrained

a surge of warmth and his heart quickened. He silently formed the words with his lips, “Who are

replied in kind,

Lance was stunned.

they had assumed to be Eugene. But if this man was Eugene, then who was the

as Eugene and his

further inquiry. Klein had already

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shoulder and whispered, “You stay here and create a diversion at

his eyes glistening with emotion–having Lance here significantly boosted

figures darted forward like arrows

was no such thing as a

by lights. Although it was not as bright as day, it was still possible to discern

of hundreds, no matter how fast they were or how nimble their skills, they would eventually have to stand

dungeon, it would be like catching a turtle in a

Klein and Caldwell would engage the guards,

over to Tommy outside and then return to assist Klein and Caldwell in making their

his group, the force to distract the guards

cedar pheromones flaring abruptly, the Alpha’s aura sweeping the surroundings with a

impossible to budge

knuckles cracking, five gleaming wolf claws piercing the soil, sharp enough to

strength into his claws. Each slash produced a tearing

iron door, sparks flew like fireworks, the thick iron plate

powerful strikes, a twisted crevice appeared in the iron door. He raised his wolf–transformed hind leg and kicked with

deafening “clang,” the iron door was kicked wide open, the door slab crashing into the wall and sending a shower of dust into the

his vertical pupils narrowed into sharp slits in the dim

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