A mass of white holy light appeared in Andrew's palm. Then, he pressed his hand flat against the statue of the werewolf progenitor Fenrir.

With a thunderous boom, layers of material peeled off the statue's surface.

An extremely dense wave of darkness burst outward in an instant. It came so fast that Othniel, Nyx, and the others had no time to react before they were swallowed by it.

At the same time, everyone heard a single deafening roar. It was unmistakably the howl of the werewolf clan.

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