A ray of light broke through the gloomy sky.

The sun finally emerged from the clouds, and a long-lost clear day arrived over the Wastelands.

In a deserted lowland area stood a cluster of abandoned, crumbling shacks. Andrew slowly walked out from one of them. His pale complexion had returned to a healthy, rosy glow.

Yes, rosy.

He had just absorbed another werewolf duke's heart. Inevitably, the violent, bloodthirsty residue within the werewolf heart had affected him. As a result, Nyx paid the price.

A full three hours passed before it finally ended.

Nyx was a female martial god, so theoretically, her body should be as strong as any beast. Yet the soft, delicate parts of her had been subjected to Andrew's relentless storm of passion, leaving her unable to resist falling into an exhausted sleep.

The foreign beauty's body was pale and radiant, and her golden hair was tied into a thick braid.

Earlier, Andrew had gripped it in his hand like reins on a warhorse, helping him charge acr