Chapter 110 Evil Spawn

• It pierced the air like a cry of torment, shaking the very ground beneath us. The sound was raw, primal, and filled with so much pain that it seemed to echo the anguish of the earth itself.
• “You forgot who created the werewolves!” he playfully smiled, stepping back with slow steps, his arms wide open as if to embrace the darkness itself.
• From beyond the veil, a shadowy figure emerged, and with it came a low, guttural growl that echoed through the air.