You deceived me!" Benard snarled at the approaching warlock, Okiro. He was bound in heavy, enchanted chains, his arms spread out on the wall."Don't be ridiculous, Benard! You wanted power and that's what I'm giving you." Okiro casually said to the seething Benard."Power? I barely escaped with my life. The White wolf could have ended me right then and there." Benard hissed again."But he didn't." Okiro deadpanned.Benard looked down at his wounds that were slowly healing. Deep gashes and cuts that were seeping out dark blood. His organs would have easily been ripped out. He began to realize just how strong his opponent was...not like he didn't know before, it just became clearer."I want to be able to kill him." He said with gritted teeth."Patience, Alpha boy! The White wolf is not just any wolf. He taps power from a long, ancestral chain. Eventually, you'll defeat him but you must be patient." Okiro informed him."You were able to get some venom into his system, right?" He asked,
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