Gazing up at the peculiar heart-shaped moon, Mike pondered a serious question.
Should he try to take it home with him?
Nah, better not.
Some things were best left untouched, a reminder of the journey.
Besides, even if he wanted to, he wasn't sure he could even move it.
As the moon ascended, the wolf howls gradually subsided.
The White Wolf King's aura surged to its peak, on the verge of breaking through to level 990.
However, whether he would receive the current Wolf Alpha's approval was another matter entirely.
Mike waved his hand, and a revitalized Vladimir reappeared on the thirtieth floor.
"Where's the wilderness wolf?!" Vladimir boomed, brimming with renewed vigor. "Come face me in three hundred rounds of glorious combat!"
Mike rolled his eyes. "He's dead, remember? You can stop showing off now."
He then instructed, "Go gather up the wilderness wolf's remains."
