"Where are the scars Ares left on you?" Mike pressed.
The White Wolf, restrained by the blood clan's secret technique, let out a warning growl from its throat. Hearing Mike's words, a confused look appeared in the White Wolf King's eyes.
"Who's Ares? And who are you?"
Mike and Vladimir exchanged glances. This wasn't the White Wolf King they were looking for, but it was definitely a White Wolf King.
"There's only one possibility then." Mike's face darkened. The secrets of the 30th floor were more terrifying than he had imagined! "Could this be... a moment in the past?"
Vladimir tried to follow Mike's train of thought. "Master, you mean this one we've encountered is the White Wolf King at his birth?"
"Going back in time?" Vladimir shook his head repeatedly, unable to believe Mike's reasoning. "Even in the Tower of Truth, that's too crazy!"
