Meanwhile, the Cobalt Fang's basecamp was currently shrouded in a heavy atmosphere.
Tens of men surrounded every corner of the building, their faces somber. Even the servants didn't dare to say a peep, opting to do their work hastily with their head lowered. The security in the basecamp increased ten folds overnight, all due to the unknown fate of their leader.
The doctors who had been invited to this place all came to the same conclusion.
"I apologize… I can't seem to pinpoint the problem in Mr. Tenley's body."
"There's no definite explanation for what is happening to Mr. Tenley right now."
"I apologize…"
