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