Huggesen took a deep breath.
He removed his armor, and with his body bare, touched his Throne Wolf again, then stepped into the blood pool with the Wolf Blood Holy Sword in hand.
The five priests immediately began chanting, their murky whispers caused the blood in the pool to boil, and Huggesen felt himself sinking into the stream of blood. The stench of blood quickly overwhelmed his mouth and nose, even pouring into his consciousness.
It felt just like drowning.
He could hear a roar formed by the voices of countless Werewolf people; he could see the stone statue of the shrine before him seemingly come alive, its faceless surface now appearing to have features molded upon it.
Upon a closer look, those features turned out to be his own face...
At that moment, Huggesen's eyes were vacant, as if certain nodes in his consciousness were being replaced, and just at this time, the voice of the King of Bone Biting abruptly rang in his ears:
