“Bro, I want to go out to hunt too...”
Milo looked at the young man walking towards him after slowly getting off the Wolf King’s back. It felt like the words Donti had said to him were still resonating in his ears.
In the blink of an eye, Donti had grown taller. In the past, Little Donti only reached up to his chest. But now, he was nearly as tall as him.
Nothing had seemingly changed between the two of them. Milo could still feel the eagerness in Donti’s eyes. However, he had on a fierce-looking faceplate and was no longer that little sidekick who followed him around. He was now the new king of the steppe.
Milo smiled and said, “You’ve grown taller...”
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