To the northwest of Dark City, there is a weed-filled Mass Grave, or rather it's more appropriate to refer to it as a dump. The place is surrounded by gloom and fetid air, with all kinds of household garbage strewn about.
Right now, surrounding this graveyard, there are numerous werewolves lying in ambush, enveloping the entire graveyard from all directions.
All the werewolves were wrapped in a layer of hazy War Fog, holding their breath and concentrating as much as possible. They were hiding among the surrounding forests and chaotic stones, in an attempt to mask their presence.
At the rear of the cemetery, Cold Night, who still retained his human form, glanced at the time on his wristwatch.
Seeing the pointer of the watch face already past midnight, he couldn't resist furrowing his brows to look at the person behind him, "Are you sure it's here?"
"Definitely…"
Behind Cold Night stood a humanoid figure shrouded in a large black cloak.
