It was fortunate because it allowed Clawed to weaken his guard around him.
Yet, it was unfortunate because of the loss.
Duncan was a man with incredible plans for the future.
At the ti, he had been running with Clawed, and even imperilnt had not seed like it was safe enough. After all, living there was difficult for him, and clawed because of the suppression from the subplane.
This ant that he could not get that particular treasure from the hell beast. It ant that he could not get the Whistle horn of the Hell beast that allowed one to be able to steal any treasure in the world.
All he wanted was his twin brother back. All he wanted was Danny.
It was not just because of his intense love for his twin, but because of the bond that joined them together.
All the children of Governor Momoa were born in pairs except Lady Vinegar. All of them were joined by destiny.
Without Danny, Duncan would never be able to enter the Great Realm in his life.
In this world where the strong thrived and the weak was at for those with power, Duncan understood the value of strength a lot.
He also knew that there was no true happiness for him and Clawed if there was no power.
This was the reason that he wanted the Whistle horn.
However, he had greatly underestimated Lenny, whom he had used as a tool.
He had expected Lenny not to find it, or if found, to just steal it. With the Whistle Horn, he could steal the Rank 4 hell beast heart from his father.
However, Lenny had not done things like had thought.
Besides, Lenny had beco too strong to control. Also, he was just too smart.
Which was one of the many reasons that this Undead commander was still under Duncan's control.
Even though it had such power now, it still had the values of a slave. These were values that had been too deeply ingrained in its bones.
Even though it had rebelled, it was still the sa.
Coupled with the fact that it had no education prior and things had been going well just as Duncan had planned, it was quite loyal.
As long as Duncan could help it get its revenge, it was okay... At least for now.
"Now, you have the undead half a step into the Great Demon rank. Let's go get you a Great Demon corpse." As Duncan said this, he turned and looked towards the City of Milk and Honey.
"It would soon be ti. After all, I'm sure they are coming!" Duncan added.
And he was right.
Far off in one direction was a mighty red dragon flapping its wings and heading for the City of Milk and Honey, and yet in another direction was an ethereal floating city also making its way in this direction.
Truly, this was going to be a long night with foreign powers fighting for power with one another.
........
anwhile, the crowd cheered on Lenny and Victor.
Instantly, Elder Zod stepped forward.
He had a smile on his face that was obviously forced.
"City of Milk and Honey! Here lie your winner and your new Alpha!"
The crowd went wild with cheers.
Just behind Elder Zod were the other Elders, all twelve of them, including Elder Isiah. They stepped forward and together, they all took a knee before Victor.
Instantly, the Arena quieted as everybody also took a knee. A solemn atmosphere settled on the Arena.
Victor left Lenny's hands and stepped forward. he knew it. This was the mont.
Slowly, the crowd all recited an oath.
Before the looming presence of Victor the new alpha, the werewolves gathered, their eyes gleaming with a mix of respect and submission. The air carried a palpable energy, a fusion of ancient traditions and the raw power that pulsed through their veins. As one, they bowed their heads in deference, their loyalty etched in the solemnity of the mont.
"We, under the moon's eternal gaze, pledge our allegiance to thee, O Alpha, our leader and guardian of the pack," they intoned, their voices harmonizing in a low, resonant chorus that echoed through the night.
"With every beat of our lupine hearts, we bind ourselves to the unity of the pack, forsaking the solitude of the lone wolf for the strength found in the collective spirit. We acknowledge your wisdom, Alpha, and vow to heed your guidance as the moon guides us through the night."
"As we shift beneath the silver glow, we embrace the untad power that courses through our veins. In our lupine form, we are one, indivisible and inseparable. Through the challenges that the moonlit nights may bring, we shall stand united, our fangs and claws bared in defense of our kin."
"By the sacred code of the pack, we swear to protect our territory, marking the boundaries with the scent of our loyalty. Our howls shall resonate as both a warning and a call to rally, echoing through the ancient woods, a testant to the strength of our bond."
"With each passing moonrise, we submit to your authority, Alpha, recognizing that the strength of the pack is the strength of the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the strength of the pack. In tis of scarcity or abundance, in monts of triumph or adversity, our loyalty remains unwavering."
"As the moon waxes and wanes, so too shall our dedication to the pack endure. In the na of the moon goddess and the primal force that unites us, we pledge this oath. So do we vow, and so shall it be, for as long as our hearts beat with the spirit of the wolf."
With the final words of the oath hanging in the air, the werewolves raised their heads, eyes eting the gaze of their new alpha. The pact had been sealed, the ties of brotherhood and sisterhood forged under the moon's watchful eye.
In that sacred mont, the pack stood bound by an unbreakable oath, their destinies intertwined beneath the eternal dance of the Full moon.
At least, this was the assumption.
After all, Victor had felt the bond of the entire pack and the strengthening of his bloodline.
Lenny could even tell that he had instantly broken through on the spot to the first rank of the Deep Demon rank.
Elder Isiah suddenly stood to his feet and walked forward. He had a blue orb in hand that had the image of the Primordial beast swimming in it.
"The Key to the subspace, my Alpha!" he bowed as he presented the key to Victor.
Victor nodded as he received it
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