When Ashen was teleported away, a woman appeared where she had last been. "Teleportation magic? Over such a long distance?" She questioned as she studied the magic used to take her sister away from her. 'It seems that she was happy with whoever she is going to meet, so let's just kill the dog who dared to harm my little sister.
I turned around and looked at the distant space where the white tiger king fled.
…
The scent of failure hung thick in the air. It was stale and repulsive. My lips curled into a sneer as I watched that pathetic excuse for a king limp through the broken remnants of space, bloodied and desperate.
The White Tiger King.
He was once feared and respected, but now he was nothing more than a scarred beast dragging his shattered pride behind him like rotting carcass meat. He was running—not retreating strategically, not regrouping—but fleeing like the spineless dog he truly was.
