In the heart of the Desolate Canyon desert, the Werewolf God had his eyes tightly shut, attempting to accelerate his mastery of the power of the Blood Moon.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Irritated, the Werewolf God opened his eyes.
"What is it? If it's not important, don't disturb me! Didn't your elder tell you that I need a quiet environment right now?" The Werewolf God asked angrily to the person outside the door.
"Sorry to bother you. I do have something very important to discuss with you, and it concerns Irving." The speaker was none other than Elder Howard.
Upon hearing Elder Howard's voice, the Werewolf God's expression quickly shifted from irritation to curiosity.
"Something related to Irving? Have you gathered more intelligence about him?"
Despite his doubts, the Werewolf God chose to open the door.
Elder Howard appeared before him, a hint of joy on his face.
