Night Raid

Maromatha now loved the Golden Sons.

Each one was a professional and spoke nicely to her.

Facing werecats, this powerful group was willing to dispense with posturing and play with them.

Maromatha didn't know if it was her imagination, but… she felt that some Golden Sons placed themselves in the position of slaves.

It was unbelievable.

It was almost impossible.

She felt that most werecats were weak and lacked common sense. All other hybrids had almost ostracized the werecats because they couldn't stand the werecats' habit of meddling with everything when they clearly didn't have much power.

It was quite difficult to get the Spatial Magic Tower to take them in.

But, the nature of it was more for their exploitation.

It had been centuries since the werecats began depending on the Spatial Magic Tower.

But their total population had hardly ever changed.