Chapter 155

Vaneor rode his giant variant purple ferret straight through the crowd.

Everyone scrambled out of his way, no one dared block the path of the commander of Dawn City's defense, especially with his infamous bad temper.

Vaneor crossed his arms, his body rocking with each swaggering step of the giant variant purple ferret. Beneath his shoulder-length, brownish-purple curls, an amethyst ear cuff dangle