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It had been decided that this fully transformed white wolf would be heading into town. If there was anyone that wasn't fully corrupt by the King of Death's influence then they might be able to rally them, get them to at least create some form of a disturbance in their ruler's plans. Any kind of distraction at all would be more than helpful to these two lone heroes. While he did such Max had agreed to continue on with the quest, fighting enemies, and pushing his way towards the volcano. Both of them using their strengths to the peak of their advantage where one was trained in a more social arts and the other in a more martial one.

The two had grown confident in their abilities after the first encounters. They'd started to believe that their will meant anything on this island. These guardians serviced the great goddess Thera, but even she couldn't stop the next set of events, the start of the downward spiral that would breed difficulty into an already hard situation. Claude made his steps towards the village, seeing it in the distance down his path. With a turn back to check on Max's progress he'd find that the path his friend had taken had completely vanished. A fast step back and a blink of his eyes displayed the bewilderment of his missing comrade. The wolf turned to look back down the path he was traveling only to find that the town he was heading to was also missing. What it had been replaced with was the volcano that Max was supposed to be heading towards. The deep growl became instantly evident, somehow Hades had changed their locations, had switched their paths. Any logic stated that this wolf should just turn around and head back the way he came, but the path he had taken the first time, the path to the village, was completely missing. He was stuck here, heading into his own disadvantage.

There was no choice but to accept this, to continue on and hope that his skills will be enough to handle himself against anything that was thrown his way. The path already thickening as the fertile volcanic soil had given this area a healthy overgrowth of trees and other floorage. This wolf heading deeper and deeper off the beaten path as it slowly started to vanish the closer he got to the volcano. Soon he wasn't even able to see the large mountain, instead finding himself staring into the branches with no hope of his line of sight coming out the other end. Even where the dim light of the sun found itself barely able to shine through thanks to the thickness of the massive trees, he'd push on, he'd continue his path, hunting that entrance to the volcano so that he could have any chance in making his way through. With or without Max, with or without Thera, he needed to make it to the Kind of Death. It was his duty to complete the mission, even if he had to do so alone.

A sudden impact from the wolf's side would send him stumbling sideways directly into a tree. A twist put his back to the bark. Eyes looking for what had attacked him just too late to stop it. He felt something cling to his chest, her lizard breasts crushing against his furred chest through his shirt, her hips pressed against his even as she grinded drawing a gasp from the canine lips. Her own mouth moving towards his, but not her lips, instead her she was aiming with her teeth. A fast lean of his head would dodge the bite, but she was already recovering for another. His hands move up between them, feeling her soft, scaled mounds at his finger tips before he pushed her off of him. The hard push was enough to throw her back, but even as she landed on her feet she was already charging back in. What she hadn't expected was a quick raising kick from the swordsman that would catch her up the length of her body and collapse the girl with the force of his blow.

A sound came through the trees. A wind that rustled the very branches grew louder and louder. It wasn't long before the white wolf realized that what he was flicking his ears towards wasn't the sound of wind through leaves, but the sound of hissing. The loudness of the sound was contested specifically towards how many there were coming towards him. The only instinct he could find here was to run for it, but they were already prepared for this. Slowly they'd move from the tree lines and into his path, a turn of his head found them coming in from behind as well. Toothy grins shined out over the darkness that had overtaken this forest. Each one pondering, planning, studying the wolf as he moved to pick up his guard. With these numbers Claude wasn't about to take chances.

"Look at the sexy wolf that wondered his way into our woods." Called out a seductive female voice.

The voice of another came into focus, drawing more attention, "I think we should play with him a bit. It would be fun to see how much he can fill before we fill out bellies."

The conversations started up, one voice overlapping another with their plans of this canine and what to do with his body before and after they finish him off. The very design of their thoughts sickened this canine, more than the fact that they thought so little of his skill that he was simply going to allow this to happen. Claude was going to have to show them just what level of talent he possessed. He had to note that they seemed distracted by the thought of him, and maybe with enough skill he could sneak away from them and allow these lizard people to continue talking. There was no such luck for this swordsman, the very step he took to try and sneak way instantly ended their conversations and returned their attentions back to this canine.

"Is the big puppy getting impatient?" One would ask with a smirk as they started to close in, "Don't worry, we'll try and keep this fun for you. We only bite a little."

Finally that stance returned to him. His lifting to guard himself while looking out over them. There were a lot of these lizard people, more than he could count before he would be attacked, "You're not the first lizard people I've fought. You won't stand much of a better chance than the ones in the ruins."

"The tribe in the ruins? Those weaklings can't fight." He'd heard a bit of laughter coming from the group that continued their approach.

He should have figured that the closer he got to the King of Death the stronger his servants would become. He'd only want the strong ones close to himself, casting the weaker ones to the other end of the island in order to overwhelm enemies with numbers instead of skill. This group would also fall under that same category, but he wasn't about to underestimate them. This wolf needed to fight his way through in order to continue his path, but he only needed to fight in one direction. As long as he continued to keep his rear guard up and his front assault forward he might be able to spear tip his way through these lizards and continue his progress. Against such high numbers this could be the only real option he was going to have.

Moving quickly this canine jetted his fist forward. With how tightly packed they are it became difficult for any one individual to dodge strikes. Just as the attack connected the rest would grab hold of him, pulling him. His legs fighting back to keep his footing even where one of the lizards snaked its arm around his body to reach for his already swollen package. Feeling that hard grip wrap around him he had to reach his hand back, following the sexual attack with a hard elbow to the beast's face. It didn't seem to help, even as that one released him another went straight for the same grip. She would receive a strengthened kick to the side of her breasts which dropped her to the ground under the waves of lizards that had continued to approach.

Another fast punch, this time a low raising upper cut knocked one backwards into another. Feeling a male jump to his back, and cling onto him. A panted moan coming from the white wolf when he felt the lizard grinding into his lower back. His hand reaching backwards over his shoulder to grip the back of the reptile's head before throwing him forward into another. A step forward marking his progress even as he continued his assault to try and break away from the center of their group. If he could get out from the center of them then they wouldn't be able to attack him from behind anymore. This prevention became his first an immediately goal in this fight.

Already he felt another set of claws on his back, this time a set of heavy tits pressing against him while her lips pressed gingerly to his neck. Another hot moan flowed from this wolf even where her feet wrapped around his sides to sandwich his growing thickness between those well trained toes. Even through the pants he could feel here efforts, and as much as it pained him, he had to pull her off as well. In a swing he'd twist himself, forcing her grip to loosen before he'd throw that female into the group in front of him, finally breaking through.

Claude immediately took advantage of this opening and rushed for it. Two of the lizards jumping at his sides. One felt his hand connect to its face while the other managed to get a grip only to find a hard elbow to its stomach that dropped from its grip. It was almost glorious that he found himself outside of their circle, able to turn himself and face them all at once, but even here there were still many of them, and he was still just one. If brawling had been a higher skill of his, this wouldn't be such a challenge, but even now that sword of his rests in the sand of the beach where they'd entered. That attack back then forcing him to drop his sword for the sake of this more powerful form. This wasn't a time to give up, he had to assume that he was the only one left from their group, that even max might have fallen if the people of the town were under the influence of the King of Death. He needed to keep fighting, for Thera and the world.

A step towards the edge of the path found himself near a large tree, something that he could use as a bit of cover to make sure that the lizards didn't try and surround him again. A smirk coming around to his face when he realized that this area was thick with trees. That meant that it was thick with limbs as well. His eyes turning quickly towards the ground would easily locate a recently fallen limb. An immediately dive would place it in his grip just as two other lizards charged at him again. Two simple movements smacked the limb hard to the side of their heads. This was quickly followed by a thrust, but where the stick wasn't sharp it broke against the thick scaled hide of the lizard creature. Claude moved with grace where he twisted his hand quickly in order to make a fast downward strike to that reptile's face following with a hard kick to the skull that would send it back into its friends.

With a few fast swipes in the air this canine returned himself to the path, this time with a confident smirk. The display of skill was enough to run some of this tribe off, but others continued their approach. A female charging in only to feel the sting of the limb impact her rib on one side and then a crescent strike to impact the opposite side of her face. This maneuver enough to send her straight into the ground along with half of the remainder of his weapon. With a check of what was left in his hand he'd toss the small stick back down to the ground, even while the final three males ran at him quickly.

Another fast kick would disable one while the other two bared their teeth and sprang into the air. A fast, hard punch closed one mouth and the teeth from the final sunk deep into his shoulder. Claude sucked hard at the air thanks to this pain, but moved his hand to grip the back of the final lizard head just to throw him straight downward into the ground. A wince shown that the bite had done some damage, but lucky for this wolf nothing had been broken but his skin. A grip to his shoulder would tear the sleeve away from his shirt, working to make a fast bandage out of it in order to tie up that wound and keep moving towards the volcano.

This island isn't one to provide a great deal of rest, though, and soon enough, even after defeating so many lizards he'd turn his eyes down the path towards the creatures that were already gathering to block his path. Nowhere near the number of lizard's he'd fought; these pigs watched him closely, their hide armor dressing their bodies as they waited for him to come to them. From this distance he could only tell there were a few, maybe five or six, mostly males, but there was no telling if they had more waiting out in the woods.

Claude had to figure that they would be far stronger than the lizards, and by the looks of them they had better equipment as well. From what he could see they had some crude axes, and even a couple clubs, but even the ones that were bare handed would be enough of a threat against him. Each one snorted at him while this canine approached, watching them each as they shifted their heavy weight. The females even seeming amused by him as he was approached after making most of the effort to get to her.

"Mmm," she moaned to him, her gut trying to compete with the large breasts at which could stick out further, "You like bacon, woofy?"

His guard lifted quickly, his arms ready to try and strike back, but where the hot jungle baked their bodies it forced these swine to sweat. Their dripping bodies letting off their thick scent that easily reached the canine's sensitive nose the closer they got. Claude was forced to take a step back just from the stench they were putting off, almost forcing him to his knees even while they shook under him. The idea came that maybe he should breathe through his mouth, but with their musk being so thick he'd hate to know what they tasted like. This distraction was more than enough for the canine to feel those big arms wrapping around his shoulder, her large breasts pressing against him, almost ready to burst from their studded leather outfit. "Come on puppy, take a taste,"

With a hand at the back of his head she'd force his face directly into her cleavage forcing that scent directly into his very face where there was no escape from it. The staggering scent forcing the canine to fall limp in her arms, and just as she let him go the pig watched Claude drop to the ground gasping for air. She wasn't done with him though, moving down to the ground with him she placed her large belly over his body, resting herself more and more to cover him with her heavy weight. Still weak from the smell he worked to try and push her off, coughing as he felt himself covered more and more by the rolls and stench of the creature over him.

Finally her lips pressed against his own, his eyes widening where he felt her kiss him hard and deeply. This acted simply to force him to breathe through his nose, taking his mouth out of the equation all together. Even while he could taste her hot breath over his tongue this canine still struggled, finding himself growing weaker by the second. Those heavy breasts crushing his lungs and her heavy stomach crushing everything else.

"Just give in, baby. This won't take long. You might even like it." She said to the white wolf trapped under her, moving her lips down the length of his neck as her hips began to roll against his own.

Claude rested his head back on the ground, trying anything to get even one slight breath of clean air. There was none to be found. This canine feeling himself grow harder against her body even while she moved herself against him, holding him down with her girth and grinding herself against him while he was pinned. Finally this canine managed to slide his arm under her neck, pressing his elbow against it which gave the wolf just enough leverage to finally push most of her weight off of him. With that lifted he'd move to twist his entire body, finally getting himself on top of her. Breathing hard from the effort and the fact that she was no longer putting so much weight down directly onto his chest.

"Sorry, but I'm going to pass on that one." He said down to her, moving his head down hard in order to smash that forehead into her face and leave her on the ground unconscious.

A look back over his shoulder to locate the rest would give him just enough time to roll off of her, avoiding a fast swipe from an axe blade that had been swung at his neck. Even with her knocked out the terrible smell didn't stop, and with two of them here it was only stronger. This large male swung again, almost wildly in the air. The fast reflexes of the swordsman canine allowed him to easily avoid the attacks. This canine finally countered with his own hard forward kick toward the stomach, but found his feet caught by the pole of the axe. The force of the kick broke this pole in half, turning that two handed weapon into a one handed one. The pig dropping the useless shaft, but where it was useless to the pig, this canine was able to find a very good use for it.

In a dive he'd catch the rod in mid-air, wrapping his hand around it just as the swine zeroed in on him. A hard swing from the axe sounded in a loud clang where the blade was stopped at its base where the canine guarded himself with the rod like a sword, and the stick from before. It was an easy and fast twist that would drop the weapon from the pig's hand, and a thrust of the broken rod directly into the neck of the pig that forced it to drop to the ground with its hands around its neck. A fast swing of the rod impacted the side of the beasts head letting him lie knocked out beside the other.

A fast charge from another pig would force the rod from Claude's hand and his back to slam against a nearby tree. The scent of this male much stronger than the female from before, but that wasn't where his attention was. The thick hardness from the wolf was already being manipulated and grinded against by the growing thickness of the pig even as he felt the rolls of the swine crushing him against this towering tree. The wolf's hand reaching for his lost weapon, but knew that it was well out of his reach. He was going to have to handle this in another way. With a fast movement is fist slammed into the side of the pig, drawing a harsh squeal from the beast, but not forcing him off of the canine. Another hard punch followed by another would flow from his arm like a jackhammer and every time he reared his fist back he managed to hit harder. The pig lowered his arm, guarding his side, but the canine wasn't beaten yet. His fist moved again, this time the from the other hand and into the side of the pig's face, forcing him to release the wolf. With a final, hard, kick the beast's stomach he'd watch the pig double over.

The other pig holding an axe was already on his way towards Claude. In a rush this canine scooped up his rod and in a twist he'd swing it hard. The pig lifting his weapon to block the strike, but finding the shaft of the axe breaking and the wolf's rod shattering with wooden bits spraying out over the swine's face. Claude's weapon had run its course and what was left of it was dropped to the ground. This still left one more pig for him to fight, but in a one on one fight this canine may very well have an advantage. He'd prepare himself, lifting his guard as he approached the final pig, watching him and waiting to see what kind of attack this creature would make.

A lift of its club showed exactly what kind of tactic would be used here. He was going to need to dodge, but with a burst of the woods this canine turned his attention off of the pig. It wasn't the wolf that got hit, though, the pig sent flying deep into the forest while some creature had torn through the forest and slammed something into it. The fast movement had made it hard to see exactly what, but he would find out soon enough where this beast was coming to a stop.

"Max?" he said softly, almost to himself as he had to wonder who on this island would bother saving him.

The butt of a spear would impact the ground on the path directly in front of the canine. Eyes turned from the long pole arm to finally land on his savior. Her eyes seemed empty and cold, and her body had grown huge on this island. Muscular, but still obviously feminine where the canine watched her closely, seeing her almost completely nude body covered just barely in thin tattered clothe that hung from her important parts. She was a doe, and obvious native of this island. He had to wonder how long she'd been here, and why the King of Death would send a servant to attack one of his other servants.

"None may enter the fire mountain." Her voice was hollow, robbed of emotion almost as though the words had been recorded and simply played through her body.

"Thank you for saving me, noble warrior. I've been separated from my companion, please join me on my quest." He said in the most respectful tone he could manage, hope raising in him that this creature will assist him in freeing her homeland from the clutches of the man that had taken it over so long ago.

"None may enter the fire mountain." Was all she repeated. It would prove a problem given that moving through the mountain was the only path he had available to getting to the other side of it.

"I have no choice, I must pass through it."

"None may enter the fire mountain." Her stance suddenly changed, turning herself sideways so that she could point that spear at him. This Amazonian doe watching his every move while waiting to guard her station from anyone that wished to pass her.

There was something wrong with her, he couldn't place it, but something was terribly wrong here. His guard once again lifted, waiting to see if she would strike. This canine needed to pass, there was no choice, no other option, he had to accomplish this mission for the sake of the very world. Where Claude was being forced to confront this creature, he didn't feel right about it. The other creatures he'd faced had fought him consciously, they had chosen to serve the King of Death and attack him. This creature seemed far different, she there was a layer of restraint in her that seemed to be buried under this thick layer of... mind control. That had to be it, it had to be the answer.

This canine had no counter to the agents of mind control, no way to free this large doe, but with some efforts he might be able to wear her down without hurting her and manage to shake her mind free from the grasps of the evil king. This also brought about the important question of if this was the first, or the last, of this kind of mind control he was going to witness. There was little time to think on this, however, when she made a fast lunge at him. The tip of the spear aiming directly at his center where he was forced to dodge to the right. A fast twist of the spear and she'd swing it in the direction of his dodge. Claude's arms lifting quickly to block the shaft from impact, but still getting thrown to the side at the force of the blow.

The wolf lowering his guard just in time to see the doe already rushing at him again. The gasp coming quickly from him and how quickly she was able to recover. This girl was absolutely trained well in her arts, but this wasn't a time to admire her. Right now this canine needed to find a way to break this spell over her, to get her back to normal. Maybe then he won't have to completely fight her like he's done to everyone else. As she came in he'd move low, his motions working to duck under the spear that was thrust towards him. Rising quickly, his fist was clearly aimed for her stomach, but never connected when she moved the butt of her shaft to react to his initial duck, swinging it upward and catching him directly along the length of his body to pop him into the air. It was only a second later that she'd swing the spear downward, using the tip not as a stabbing weapon, but as a cutting one as well.

He'd watch the spear swing, still without footing there was little he could do to stop it. His hands cross over his head, catching the base of the blade as the force of the blow launched him into the ground once more, but giving him back his footing where the shaft of the spear continued to press down at him. The size of the deer backing up the heavy spear and applying more force into it. This canine struggling to keep himself from suffering the damage from the blade itself. Finally, in a fast twist, he'd turn himself quickly in order to push the tip of the blade into the ground itself. The fast spinning of his body adding momentum to his fist even as he threw his punch forward in order to slam his knuckles directly into the shaft of her spear that she had adjusted in order to protect herself from this attack. He had been anticipating this strike and while she blocked the punch, he moved his leg up quickly to aim his knee directly into her stomach.

He could feel his knee sink into her furred torso, it was like kicking a wall, but well worth it just to land a blow. Even while she leaned forward, eyes widened from the pain, he moved his hand once again, arching his first, and with a hard swing his first raked along the side of her head and sent this large creature directly into the ground. Her face would only be in the dirt for a second, a shaking of her head and she'd push herself to onto her elbows a bit to look around. Before her look was set as a dim gaze, as though she was reacting without thought, or emotion. But here the canine could clearly see the life returning to her eyes. Slowly he'd lean down to her to check on her, worried that he might have hurt someone under someone else's control.

"Sorry about that. Are you ok?" Claude asked her softly, ready to leap back in case of another sudden attack.

"Yes.... I'm fine. Where am... is this my tribe lands? I remember I went to fight the dark one, and then.... Everything is a blur. Were... we fighting?" She asked, turning those soft green eyes up at the canine. Her hand reaching for his in order to allow herself to be helped up.

"We were, but it looks as though you're back to normal now," he said to the doe in order to answer her questions, "I suppose I should be going."

When this canine moved to leave her behind, remove himself from her in order to continue his quest the white wolf was stopped quickly where she hadn't released his hand yet. Her eyes looking over him carefully, almost bashfully when she considered what she was about to offer him. In order to beat her, this canine must be a very strong fighter, and even here in her lands, where she had the advantage this doe had found herself face down in the dirt. It had been a mistake to venture to the dark one by herself, but it would be a greater mistake not to take advantage of this males strength, at least for a short time.

"Stay with me," She said to her, her voice almost a whisper, "Just for a little while. Let me make myself up to you for attacking you the way that I did. You won't get far with so much pent up desire."

He was going to decline, but that last sentence actually made him think. It was going to happen, eventually he was going to give into someone and just sex them on the spot. If he had to be with someone then he needed it to be someone that wasn't going to try and kill him, or turn him over to the Kind of Death just after. This doe had been a fighter, like himself, that had fallen to the evil king. "The enemy of my enemy" as they tend to say. Claude could only think on this for a bit, his crotch aching from the constant build and no release. This doe was a safe bet, she was something that wasn't going to try and kill him, and if he was going to be doing this while he was on this island anyway, it needed to be with someone that wasn't aligned with the King of Death.

"I will. I'll stay with you for a little bit." He finally answered her, smirking a bit before moving to wrap his arms around her body.

A smile crept to the large doe's lips, her eyes locked on the wolf even while her arms wrapped around his body . With a pull she'd bring him forward against her body, using her taller form to crush her large tits against neck. A slope of her neck and shoulders would bring those lips directly down into his, rewarding her hero for freeing her mind from the clutches of the dark lord. Claude relished in the taste on her lips, even her tongue passing through his mouth to play against his own. The feeling that pent up arousal making itself evident once more while he kept himself pressed to this beautiful creature.

His hips to hers would draw a light moan from the creature when she noticed the thickness of the canine swelling the front of his pants. The kiss deepening while she moved to rest back, pulling this white wolf over her where she laid in the grass. The two hard, battle ready bodies adjusting and moving against one another. Arms clinging to each other, rubbing feeling, testing those bodies while lips remained locked and tongues continued to wrestle. Claudes eyes fading shut just to focus his senses on this female below him.

The doe's hand moved from gripping him, to flow around towards his chest, starting to unfasten the remaining buttons on his shirt just so that she could pull it down his shoulders and drop it to their side. Claude handling his own belt and pants, letting them slide down his legs and easily stepping out of them to present his full naked body to this female. She looked over him, impressed by his small built, but large other things. The wolf moving himself back down to her, fur crushing fur, and lips once again locking together against one another. Her own hand moving to her clothes, pulling them and tearing them from her own body to present herself to him as well.

Hips grinding, that thickness already hard and throbbing for her where he rubbed his shaft and balls along her already dripping slit, showing them both that the other was ready for their coupling. The canine lifting himself just enough to look at her delicate face, knowing that this was what they both wanted, and what he needed. She looked back at him, in a small nod this deer prepared herself, ready to take him, to be his for this short time they were together. She could feel where he pulled his hips back from hers, feeling the member sliding along her cunny and clit before the tip was finally placed against her entrance. Her eyes closed once again, leaning her head against the ground and waiting for him to pass her boundaries, and spread her.

A gasp from both, the feeling of his thickness stretching her walls while they worked to crush back against him. The feeling of this smaller creature entering her, using her, the does mouth hung open, eyes shut, and back arched. It was instantly obvious that she had been needing this just as much as he did. Each thrust from his hips pushing his member deep into her accepting body, pressing his white furred hips against her light tan furred slit. Legs even lifting in order to give him more access before they'd wrap around his hips, locking him in place against her, wanting this to continue until they were both finished.

"It's so good..." she moaned out to him, finally turning her eyes back down to her lover to meet his own gaze looking back at her.

He had nothing to respond with, nothing that would be worth comparing this very experience to. The wolf keeping his steady pace inside of her, working her hips and pushing himself into the deer entirely to let her to feel his full length. The need for words flowed from them, silence allowed the two to simply understand their feelings before it would be able to be spoken. Claude's body moving with the does, feeling the two locked in their thralls of passion that placed his lips along her neck and soon to press against her snout once again. The taste of her lips even better than he'd remembered seconds ago.

The lips were broken fast where he felt his thickness kick inside of her. It warned that he was growing close to his peak, that he should prepare himself for the release of what's been building up since he came to this island. She felt the kick as well, her legs tightening, showing him exactly where she wanted this canine to release himself. She wanted it deep, full, flooded, and dripping with their combined efforts. This doe waited for this, ready herself as she was also being brought close to her own climax. Her own hips lifting with every hard thrust that this canine delivered.

The final throb of pleasure between their sexes would indicate the final push of pressure against their flood gates. With one single, final, thrust the canine would finally reel his head back, letting out a loud howl from deep within his throat. This doe clinched back, wanting to trap as much of that member inside of her as possible with nothing but her walls. Her own fluids gushing out against his hips, feeling him replacing every drop that she lost with his own. As the final rope flowed from his head this canine panted hard, opening his eyes to look down at her, finding this doe panting back up at him. A smile on her lips where she had enjoyed this. With a reach of her arm she would weakly pull against his neck to bring him into a kiss one more time before finally releasing him from between her legs.

"You.... Are one amazing wolf." She said to him, feeling herself spent from their efforts.

He moved to sit up, pulling from the creature with a smile on his lips, "You're very talented as well, and very beautiful." A hand reaching the side of her face before standing up and stretching bit.

He'd need to continue his mission, his goal was to access that volcano, to get it through it and finally combat the King of Death to put an end to his evil ways. This doe regenerated him, given him a bit to rest with her efforts. Even as he put his clothing back on he was grateful for having met her. He knew that she wasn't going to be coming with him, not to take on this man. The wolf knew of destiny, purpose, and it wasn't hers to fight the king, not after having been defeated last time. Her purpose now was to regroup with her clan, to locate what had happened to them and join their ranks once more. Claude would continue to hope that Max was ok, that they would meet up. The King of Death is not a foe one should ever have to face alone.