Excluding Greyback, all thirty-six werewolves were successfully subdued by the MAST-MA Unit.
With the Fiendfyre dispelled, Baker and Jensen supported Corporal Gene, who had suffered the most severe injuries, out of the factory.
He needed immediate treatment. Fortunately, the "Physical-Magical Composite Armor" could effectively resist the corrosion of dark creatures, and his wounds could be healed.
Vincent and Hunter were very satisfied with the result. Though this had been a targeted strike operation, their performance had far exceeded expectations.
The soldiers watched Greyback with grave expressions. Bound tightly by countless chains, he had already returned to human form.
"The assessment is over." Vincent walked toward the soldiers, his gaze sweeping across their exhausted yet proud faces. "Welcome to MAST-MA. Remember your mission. The magical world is about to reveal itself. Whether we are ready or not, when that day comes, people will be afraid and confused. Some will want to use magic for evil, and magical creatures will threaten ordinary people."
He stood before the soldiers. "When that day comes, you will be the bridge, the shield, and the proof that humanity's courage does not need bloodlines or wands."
Hunter stepped forward, his heart filled with mixed emotions. In the end, he merely said, "MAST-MA's first class, all passed!"
After saying that, he turned without another word and climbed into a military truck.
Vincent noticed the redness in the corners of his eyes and was somewhat surprised that he had a sentimental side after all.
"Someone will handle the cleanup. For now, your task is to get some proper rest."
Vincent remained where he was until the last military truck disappeared into the distance. Behind him, several figures in the white cloaks of the Succession Society appeared.
"Send those werewolves to... forget it. Find somewhere to lock them up first."