The wolf-headed monster fiercely bit down on its tongue with sharp teeth, then spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Something bizarre happened...
The blood didn't fall to the ground, but floated mid-air, constantly twisting. After a moment, the blood slowly turned into a thin line, a blood-red thread. From afar, it looked like a tiny red snake.
"Go, find my descendants and bring them here to save me," the wolf-headed monster had just finished speaking when the red thread turned and flew away.
"Hurry up, don't make me wait too long," the wolf-headed monster murmured to itself.
...
In the distant west.
Inside a luxurious and splendid castle.
A man with a wrinkled face sat leisurely on a sofa, drinking wine. This man was called Kloz, the leader of the Werewolf Clan, and his renown in the west was so great that few dared to provoke him.
