Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 227

Chapter 227: A Cinematic Finishing

The King froze at the sight of the Black Werewolf’s sudden emergence. His eyes widened in shock. Anger, despair, fear, grief, sorrow, helplessness, denial, and at last resignation... an entire storm of emotions flashed across his gaze in a single instant. The final attack had drained him of everything. He had no strength left. He could only stare at the black wolf and await his doom. Slowly, inevitably, his gaze settled into one final expression: acceptance.

Ophelia’s voice came like a whisper, yet it filled every corner of the blood-soaked chamber.

"Die."

She stepped forward with calm, unhurried grace, until she stood before the King. Meeting his gaze without flinching, she sank her claws into the ragged wound Eleanor had left in his chest. Her arm plunged deep into the steaming cavity. She closed her claws around the Troll’s pulsing heart... then tore it free.

The heart, vast and veined with black corruption, beat once... twice... before Ophelia crushed it in her fist.

Blood erupted in a geyser, drenching the chamber. Walls, floor, broken wolves, and shattered thrones vanished beneath the crimson spray.

The Troll King convulsed. His regeneration failed, his colossal frame collapsing into ruin. He toppled with an earth-shaking crash that split the skull dais beneath him. His crown rolled into the swelling pool of gore and disappeared from sight.

Silence followed. Only the dripping of blood echoed in the chamber.

Ophelia shifted back into her human form and walked to Eleanor. Eleanor, too weak even to celebrate, slumped against her. Ophelia pulled her from the spreading pool of blood. Eleanor transformed back as well... still battered, bruised, and broken, but clothed once more in her uniform, a thin veneer of dignity masking the ruin of her body.

Ophelia crossed to Maira and dragged her to Eleanor’s side. Maira returned to her human form, slumping against the wall, breath shallow but alive. Ophelia sat down beside them.

For a long while, none of them spoke. Their eyes lingered on the bodies of Kiara, Joshua, and Jaciara... still lying where they had fallen.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, the expected sound rang in their minds.

"Congratulations! You have completed the Primary Objective! You have been awarded 5,000 points!"

their eyes. Their bodies dissolved into particles, vanishing from

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and found herself inside the capsule, the same one she had entered before being transported into the trial

[Status]

the Troll King and recapture the stronghold

Eliminate the

Team Members: 6

Points: 2,156 (Rank-3)

you want to hide the status screen?

long moment to steady her thoughts, to wrench her mind free from the memory of that grotesque throne room. The stench of blood, the crack of bones, the feeling of her ribs breaking beneath the Troll King’s

blinking as the harsh light of the chamber replaced the suffocating

any discomfort? Healers are stationed outside the door. If

a dry smile. "No need. Thank you for

ready." He moved on to another capsule

realised she was still perched inside her own pod. She drew in a deep breath, then swung her legs down and stood. She pressed the switch to seal

called the moment Eleanor stepped through the doorway. Not far away,

over to them. "Where

hasn’t come out yet," Jaciara replied. "We were waiting

than a cheerful voice rang out behind them. "Aunt Jaciara! Can you believe it?

you." She nearly mentioned that she herself had placed fifth but held her tongue, letting the younger girl bask in

"Do you know what our next event

Aside from mealtimes, we have no obligations. Dinner and breakfast are mandatory, but the other meals are optional. We can buy food from the canteens if we like. Also, the library and the indoor games hall are open

let’s head back to the dormitory. We

and

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