Surrey Docks.
In the nineteenth century, this had been the largest and busiest port in the world.
Now, however, all that remained was a heap of crumbling ruins and construction sites undergoing demolition and redevelopment.
Finding a few werewolves here would not be easy, but Murphy did not need to search personally.
Atop an abandoned crane tower at the highest point in the docks, Murphy released thousands of lightning ravens. "Go. Find them."
"Caw! Moga!" The ravens cheered the name of their new king, circling briefly overhead like a black cloud before scattering.
Ten minutes later, a bolt of lightning struck an old warehouse. Murphy took a little over ten seconds to put seven werewolves to sleep, then returned to the Magic Research Institute with Little Ares.
The fight had never been in doubt. The only reason he had not killed those werewolves was that he wanted them to lead him to their main force.
These werewolves had caused enough trouble already. He intended to deal with them once and for all.
Every organ in Little Ares's body had also been on the verge of failure. Fortunately, the Magic Power Potion formulated with dittany promoter was soon ready. After it was administered to Little Ares, Patrick, and the others, their conditions quickly improved.
The next day, all the patients woke up, including Patrick.
Murphy went to see Patrick.
Patrick had just gotten out of bed and was performing various movements under the medical staff's guidance. When he saw Murphy, he said, "I hear I've turned into a werewolf?"
Murphy nodded. "We're researching a potion that we hope can suppress the werewolf virus and prevent further episodes. On the bright side, at least it's made your body stronger."
"That's true. I feel ten years younger, like I'm brimming with strength."