As the last glimmer of spirit in the werewolf's pupils faded away, his broken demigod soul body scattered into hundreds of streaming lights. An open-air exhibition hall with a glass dome was conjured from the void amidst the streaming lights, situated on the blood-soaked ancient battlefield. Inside the exhibition hall, various vivid paintings hung—landscapes, portraits, religious pieces of all kinds. Yet, all paintings invariably featured wolves or werewolves, at times appearing as wild beasts, at times as civilized humans. They were neither human nor beast, reflecting how the painter, himself a werewolf born into a human-dominated civilized society, struggled with his tribal identity while yearning for a mightier civilization. This subconscious conflict was fully evident in the artworks.
