After their daily practice, his usual routine settled again.
From time to time, he checked on the dwarven prisoners through the chat box, but what they told him last time sent shivers to shake his soul.
Against all odds, the werewolves voted against dissecting them. Instead, they wanted to turn them into their kin and make them have children. That way, their offspring could inherit their ability to level up and spread it to the entire community after a few generations.
Honestly, he didn't know what to tell them. He felt so many things, like outrage at their unfair situation, anger because he couldn't help them, and sadness. A deep sense of sadness engulfed his mind, making him depressed for the first time in this world.
'My progress in enchantment is good. But my strength...'
