The dagger in Nyx's hand left behind a streak of blue light. She was already at a distance when the werewolf behind her, who had been standing upright and roaring, fell silent as his head dropped to the ground.

Nyx moved like a blue phantom through the werewolf encampment. Wherever she passed, werewolves dropped instantly, their heads severed before they even realized what had happened.

However, killing low-ranking werewolf soldiers meant little to Nyx. Her figure flickered as she reached the