Knowing how much Levi had grown and how formidable he'd become, Zion felt a sense of reassurance. With Levi leading the warriors on the eastern front, he could focus all his attention on the southern border without worrying about being spread too thin.
Not long after, thanks to Zion's immense agility and powerful build, he arrived at the southern border. The sounds of clashing bodies and growls filled the air—his warriors were already engaged in a fierce battle against the incoming rogues.
"Argh!" one of Zion's warriors cried out as a rogue wolf clamped its jaws around his throat. The rogue was larger than the others, its fur a muddy brown and a deep claw-mark scar slashed across its right eye. With a vicious shake of its head, it tore the warrior's throat wide open—killing him instantly. The gruesome display wasn't just savage; it was a message. A taunt aimed directly at Zion.
