Trapped in a dire predicament, it remained uncertain whether the eight grey creatures experienced despair or fear. They merely regarded Glen in an identical posture.

  The wolf's head, as massive as a small mountain, descended slowly. The golden liquid flowing from its maw and eyes cascaded like a waterfall.

  The wolf's jaws parted gradually, and the surrounding elements grew extraordinarily active as a formidable energy began to amass.

  Boom ——!

  A deafening sound, as if the heavens were collapsing and the earth splitting asunder, nearly shattered the entire space. The blinding light bleached the world into an expanse of pure white!

  The colossal wolf - like creature that Glen had transformed into exhaled a golden breath imbued with arcane energy from its mouth, directly reducing the space walls fortified by the malevolent god to rubble!

  Before him, a vast chasm swirling with potent magical energy materialized. The bodies of the eight grey monstrosities were vaporized in an instant.

  Yet, in Glen's perception, they had not vanished. The essences of the eight grey creatures persisted, desperately attempting to conceal themselves and effect an escape.

  The mutated Blazing Fang ignited with a purple flame hitherto unseen, and with a sudden gust, it billowed towards those eight essences.

  The purple flames effortlessly ignited the eight essences. Amidst wails audible only to Glen, they ultimately dissipated into nothingness.

  Glen refrained from reverting to his original form. He maneuvered his massive frame as gently as possible, for even the slightest exaggerated movement on his part could precipitate catastrophic destruction.

  Within the passage leading to the exterior, the antler - man had been rendered unconscious by the aura Glen emitted upon transformation. Coupled with that earth - shattering exhalation, the two were propelled deeper into the passage.

  The antler - man's vitality waned steadily.

  The female mage appeared to have lost all signs of life; her respiration and heartbeat had ceased. However, Glen now discerned that there remained a glimmer of hope.

  With a mental command, a slender werewolf emerged from a pool of golden liquid on the ground. It retrieved the two individuals in the passage with astonishing speed.

  Subsequently, the slender werewolf melted back into the golden liquid.

  Glen could not utter a sound at present, as his voice posed a peril to these two individuals on the brink of death. He was in the process of weaving a curse.

  Upon assuming this form, Glen instantaneously grasped all the powers and abilities inherent to it, as if they were innate.

  Presently, he possessed an extraordinary ability: the crafting of high - level curses.

  It is well - known that all extant curses, including the werewolf curse, came into existence by chance and were subsequently mastered by mages, witches, or wizards of diverse races.

  If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.

  Certain scholars postulate that some exceptional deities might possess the capacity to create specific curses, yet this remains unsubstantiated.

  At this moment, Glen truly held this ability. However, whether a curse that bestows positive effects is, in fact, a curse or a blessing is a matter of contention.

  In mere seconds, the curse he intended to weave was complete and silently permeated the bodies of the two below.

  Glen immediately controlled the wolf - toxin within his body to recede. His form rapidly diminished, and he ultimately reverted to his human guise.

  The moonstone he had been clutching in his palm lost all its luster almost instantaneously upon his transformation back and shattered like turquoise.

  Glen could not help but feel a pang of regret. However, in the circumstances, there had been no alternative; his life would have hung in the balance otherwise.

  The golden liquid on the ground seemed to be concomitant with Glen's previous form. After his reversion, it dried up, leaving only the marks of a pitch - black riverbed.

  Surprisingly, Glen did not experience any hunger. Evidently, the previous form did not derive its power from the digestion of food within the body. The precise source of this power remained unknown to Glen.

  With a soft groan, the female mage gradually opened her eyes. She first stared blankly upwards. The preceding battle had dislodged her hood, revealing her true visage.

  She was a comely female mage with white tresses and brown eyes. A black scorpion - like mark adorned her left cheek.

  As if recollecting something, she abruptly sat upright and glanced at her abdomen. There was a patch of blood, yet no wound.

  Subsequently, she turned her gaze towards Glen, her eyes tinged with inquiry.

  "Rest assured, it was I who saved you. How do you intend to repay me?"

  Glen was seated on the ground, his legs outstretched, his hands propping him up from behind, as if taking repose. Noticing the female mage's gaze, he drawled lazily.

  Upon hearing his response, the female mage seemed stunned. In her estimation, her injuries were surely fatal.

  That was an assault from the malevolent god. She considered herself exceedingly fortunate not to have been obliterated. She had never dared to hope for survival.

  At this juncture, the antler - man, too, opened his eyes. Then, he leapt up in alarm and exclaimed, "The malevolent god! The malevolent god! Where is it?"

  "Vanquished," Glen replied.

  "Vanquished?" The antler - man's expression was comical. Despite his usually stern visage, he now wore a look of bewilderment reminiscent of a child.

  He stared blankly at Glen and queried, "Shouldn't you have perished? Did you actually defeat the malevolent god? How is that possible?!"

  "I had forewarned that I would unleash a powerful technique," Glen said, winking at the antler - man with a smile.

  "Powerful technique? Why did you not employ it earlier? Otherwise, she … Oh! You're alive?!"

  Only then did the antler - man notice the female mage, who appeared unscathed, and let out another exclamation.

  "You're unaware of her name?" Glen inquired, a hint of puzzlement in his voice.

  "I do not know her name, nor does she know mine. We each have our own secrets," the antler - man elucidated.

  "But you two seemed so well - coordinated earlier. I assumed you were quite acquainted?"

  "We've had the privilege of collaborating, nothing more. Now, let's discuss you. Why did you not utilize the means to slay the malevolent god sooner?"

  The antler - man steered the conversation back to the topic.

  "Employing my powerful technique exacts a substantial toll," Glen retorted, rolling his eyes.

  He then added, "I also incurred a certain cost to revive you both. Don't you think you ought to reciprocate?"

  The antler - man and the enigmatic female mage exchanged a glance.

  It was the antler - man who took a deep breath, composed himself, and said, "We shall, of course, endeavor to repay this debt of gratitude. Should I be unable to do so, my descendants will carry on the obligation."

  The female mage utilized magic to conjure a line of text, indicating her concurrence.

  At this point, Glen surmised that the female mage was likely mute.

  "Very well, I have faith in your integrity," Glen said, bestowing a relaxed smile upon the two.

  The two opposite him now perceived the werewolf before them as unparalleled in his singularity. Setting aside his disposition, which differed from that of other werewolves and even other humans, the power he wielded was truly unique.

  Both of them had a premonition that this werewolf might, one day in the future, accomplish a feat hitherto unprecedented.