Chapter 93 Jamole Reduced Me To Nothing

• Jamole was all smiles as he pranced into the courtyard of Lord Mayor, looking all fulfilled and grateful. The two shifters assigned to be his body guard were dragging me on the floor as they walked on, while he pulled the virus drainer along. I was gasping for breath; my legs and arms had grown dead within their recess and it seemed as though my legs were about to part my waist. I could feel heavy fatigue in my heart and limbs and I wondered if I would ever see the light of dawn and the moon of dusk; my cousin had defeated me; he had won this battle; what was I living for? I wish I could summon the verve to whisper into his ears to take my life so I could join my parents in the underworld.
• What an irony! Me, the all brown fur wolf, the immortal wolf that defiled the guts of a thousand shifters of Lord Mayor was being dragged on the floor like some piece of rag; I never would have believed that a day would come when shifters of Lord Mayor would drag me along like a kitten. This was the end of my fate; this was the end of all brown fur wolf.
• If I ever get to the last battle and survive it then, the moon goddess must be raising one of her limbs for my victory.