Darcio observed the fox beastman as he made his way toward the cubs.
'He is powerful' he mused to himself. But the thing that perplexed him was the two distinct eye colors of the stranger. Darcio didn't want to think about it but the ones who had those features in the past never had a happy ending.
Darcio didn't know what to think at this moment. He had no attachment toward the fox prince and his life meant nothing to him. The only thing that mattered to him was his master and his tribe's well-being. Maybe that's why? He couldn't help but worry because he suddenly had a vision regarding his master.
The one where Demir was lying in the pool of blood while Xavier was standing opposite him with a cold face. Darcio clenched his fists as his entire body shook in terror. He cast a fleeting glance at his master standing in the corner of the room and frowned.
