Dismissing its image didn't make the old wolfking any less wary. That Silverblaze was so willingly following a human was abnormal unto itself. She didn’t speak to him after returning to the manor, either.

Moonlit silver exuded from the old wolfking, casting his fur in bristling embers.

Although Jadeite Manor was in shambles outside, its interior remained magnificently grandiose. It was as if it hadn’t been affected by the devastation at all. Moreover, layer upon layer of formations scrambled the fabric of reality here, disconnecting the wolfking from the world outside. The whole place was like an enormous maze.

“Wherefore art thou a beast?” a cold voice slipped into...