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.

Tobiah, Hershel, and Juno were the first to collapse. Blood poured from their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, and their bodies swayed as they nearly lost consciousness.

Nyx and Othniel acted at the same time, forcing themselves to resist the dizziness overwhelming them as they carried the others out one by one. When they retreated from around the statues and reached the stone steps below, they finally escaped the dark aura that had just erupted.

Othniel's expression was filled with shock. "Fenrir