Freed from the incessant extraction by the Envoy of the Pig God, the power of the diminutive figure gradually recuperated. It propped itself up with its hands against the ground, struggling to rise.


    Glen remained in his level - eight form, waiting in silence. The wild, blood - lust - filled desires in his mind required some time to reach the threshold of his endurance. Thus, he maintained this state, prepared for any unforeseen contingencies.


    A white radiance suffused the small being. As it lifted its visage to gaze upon Glen, a sense of temporal and spatial disarray welled within Glen''s eyes, an effect that manifested the instant their gazes met.


    Glen had the distinct impression that the small figure had just delved into all the past information.


    "You..." Just as Glen was on the verge of posing a question, he witnessed the small figure undergo yet another transformation.


    Its form unfurled like a wispy, ethereal white veil, ultimately assuming the guise of a female humanoid, standing five meters tall.


    The countenance seemed to embody the zenith of human aesthetic ideals, exuding a charm capable of ensnaring the fascination of any beholder.


    Glen was uncertain as to what the entity intended. Before his towering form, which now reached over thirty meters, this unknown creature appeared minuscule. Nevertheless, he naturally remained vigilant.


    Suddenly, the unknown being''s eyes welled with tears, and it sank to its knees, unleashing a heart - rending wail. The sound, saturated with boundless anguish, was palpable enough to convey its helplessness to any rational individual.


    Glen was perplexed as to the cause. Although affected by the sobs, he first concentrated his senses to roughly assess the strength of this unknown entity. To his surprise, it scarcely reached level - five, seemingly posing no threat whatsoever.


    Regardless of the reason for its distress, Glen had no intention of disturbing it. Thus, while still in control of his power through his rationality, he decided to act upon his own desires.


    In a silent and unobtrusive manner, the colossal werewolf, towering over thirty meters, dissolved into nothingness. When he reappeared, he was already ten thousand meters in the air, having transformed into a vast expanse of clouds capable of enshrouding the entire town.


    A peculiar downpour ensued!


    The blood - red rain inundated the kingdom once under the dominion of the Pig - men, seeping into every nook and cranny.


    The dilapidated structures, after being cleansed by the rain, underwent a complete metamorphosis. The white fungi evaporated, the bloodstains vanished, and the surfaces of the building materials seemed to be coated with a layer of dark - red film.


    Were a erudite mage to behold these edifices, they would surely be overwhelmed with excitement. For these were all exceedingly rare magical materials.


    The streets and the castle had been utterly transformed, giving rise to a brand - new world.


    The living beings caught in the rain experienced even more profound changes.


    The surviving Pig - men, no matter where they concealed themselves, were bespattered with the rain. They endured indescribable agony as their bodies sprouted black hair. Eventually, the Pig - men were divested of their free will, becoming wolf - pig monstrosities solely under Glen''s control.


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    As for the small figures, upon being drenched by the rain, they were infected with Glen''s unique wolf - venom, leading to certain alterations in their constitutions. They felt no pain; instead, they perceived that the ailments in their bodies had dissipated, their maimed limbs and wings had healed and regenerated, and a surfeit of energy and strength coursed through them. Those with mental aberrations also regained their sanity due to this rain.


    The wandering souls in this region were drawn by the power of the curse. Those able to locate their cadavers were resurrected as half - dead werewolf forms through the medium of their corpses. Those whose remains had perished were transformed into conscious specters, surviving in an alternative form.


    Such was the heaven - defying ability of an eight - level werewolf. A power sufficient to alter everything!


    Amidst the blood - red downpour, the small figures beheld their deceased companions and kin. For a moment, the chorus of sobs, rising and falling in succession, faintly overshadowed the sound of the rain. Most of them believed themselves to be in the afterlife, their minds in a daze due to the profound shock.


    As the clouds dispersed, Glen''s form plummeted into the wilderness beyond. He could no longer sustain his state and promptly reverted to a five - level werewolf to gradually assuage the boundless blood - lust in his mind.


    Whether it was due to the clouds Glen had transformed into pushing aside the previously overcast layers, allowing the long - awaited sunlight to penetrate, everything became astonishingly clear. The reunited small figures finally came to their senses, realizing that this was still the same town, and they had not perished.


    Oh, great Werewolf God! You have bestowed all of this upon us! We are willing to express our gratitude in any way imaginable! Even if it means sacrificing my insignificant life at this very moment! … The small figures shared a unanimous thought. They knelt down one by one, reciting an unknown incantation with unparalleled devotion.


    A pristine white figure emerged from the palace hall. Beholding the scene before it, a wellspring of boundless gratitude and veneration surged within its heart. It leaned against the wall and slowly sank to its knees, shedding tears once more, yet these were tears of joy.


    At this moment, outside the town, Glen, attuned to the countless werewolf vassals he could manipulate at will within the town, felt a pang of complexity. Now, he could effortlessly peer into the thoughts of those small figures, discerning that this was a relatively simple - hearted and benevolent race.


    Humans referred to them as Flying Sprites. Due to their feeble strength, they had been ostracized by other races, ultimately fleeing to this remote locale to eke out a meager existence. A powerful and benevolent mage, passing by and pitying their plight, had brought some of his apprentices to assist and safeguard them. And now, Glen had transformed them all into werewolf subspecies, potentially marking their true extinction.


    "I should return and indulge in a good slumber. I wonder if I''ll still have an appetite for pork in the future..." Glen murmured to himself, preparing to make his way back to the mountaintop and then return to Bayek.


    Just then, a white figure hurtled out of the town at an astonishing speed, calling out to Glen, "Mr. Werewolf! Pray, do not depart!"


    Glen turned around and beheld the unknown humanoid creature he had rescued from within the Envoy of the Pig God. It spoke in the common human tongue. Judging from the partial memories gleaned from those small figures, this unknown being seemed to be the collective embodiment of the small figures'' will, born out of their faith. Glen''s current knowledge was insufficient to fathom the reasons behind its formation.


    He halted in his tracks, remaining silent, waiting to hear what the entity had to say.


    "Thank you for rescuing my children! You have also saved me! I beseech you to remain! Allow us to serve you! Your will shall be our supreme aspiration! Forgive me for this humble plea that has detained you..." With that, it knelt before Glen, intending to prostrate itself.


    Glen merely grasped its shoulders, preventing it from kneeling, and said, "Very well. Now, my first command is to return and take good care of them." With that, he released his hold.


    However, the entity reacted peculiarly. Its form trembled slightly, and it was only after a considerable pause that it softly replied with an "alright." Glen could not penetrate the thoughts of this being, and thus, he was somewhat puzzled by its response. Nevertheless, he was disinclined to delve deeper. He turned and walked away.


    After his figure had completely vanished, the white figure suddenly slumped to the ground. It felt as though the shoulder Glen had touched was ablaze. He had actually made contact with it! What an intimate gesture! This would fill it with bliss for an entire year!


    "I shall surely not betray your trust!" It whispered, as if making a solemn vow, then reluctantly rose to its feet and returned to preside over their newly - born world.