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!"

light flared before their eyes. Their bodies dissolved into particles, vanishing from the blood-soaked throne

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she had entered before being transported into the trial world. A glowing

[Status]

Objective: Kill the Troll King and

Eliminate the

Team Members: 6

Points: 2,156 (Rank-3)

to hide

to wrench her mind free from the memory of that grotesque throne room. The stench of blood, the crack

flickered and vanished. The capsule lid hissed open. Eleanor instinctively sat up, blinking as the harsh light of the chamber replaced the suffocating darkness of

"Cadet, do you feel any discomfort? Healers are stationed outside the door. If you require assistance, you may report

dry smile. "No need. Thank you

you’re ready." He moved on to another capsule

drew in a deep breath, then swung her legs down and stood. She

stepped through the doorway. Not

to them. "Where is

replied.

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

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

Ophelia. "Do you know what our

from mealtimes, we have no obligations. Dinner and breakfast are mandatory, but the other meals are optional. We can

"Then let’s head back to the dormitory. We

agreed and

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