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After healing Beowulf, Little Erebus narrowed his large eye, sensing something stirring within the werewolf.
"Master, you didn't tell the girl he has begun developing something inside his chest?" Little Erebus asked, having detected a faint source of dream essence radiating from the Werewolf King's chest.
"It would be better if he discovers that power himself," Elayne replied. "Although he has grown weaker and lost some of his strength, this might help him regain it… we'll see. He still faces a long recovery."
Elayne nodded and rose from the crowd, ascending toward the sky.
High above, a group of observers had been watching everything in silence.
She had expected them to attack, yet they had simply observed.
"What's wrong? I thought you would descend and settle this once and for all," Elayne said, confronting the mastermind behind the chaos. "Foreigner's Master… your name was Kireina, correct?"
