1522 The Hope Buried Beneath the Ashes Had Always Been Precious-Naturally, Whoever Found It Got to Keep It!

By that evening, the head of Makko, the Icefang Wolf, had been delivered to Murphy's desk.

The remains of the last surviving Great Spirit of the Ganot still held a roaring pose, but the head Dragonflame Lya had severed with her own hands marked the Great Spirit's final cry. All its power was sealed within that wolf's head, waiting for Murphy to distribute it among the players who were perfectly suited to it—a sign that a new Guardian Spirit had been born.

Makko's death sounded a warning bell for the other Guardian Spirits, while the birth of the Dragonflame clan sent a warning to the Ganot people as well: the fate of those who defied the Midnight King was far more terrifying than mere death.

From then on, those Ganot vampires would be bound closely to Ganot civilization and roam through every night, reminding the Ganot that above the blood moon hanging in the night sky, the Midnight King watched everyone equally.

Murphy clearly had no intention of handling this gently.

There simply wasn't enough time, and the Ganot people weren't important enough for the Midnight King to play mind games with them. The clans that had once spread across the Spirit Plains had dwindled to a mere tenth of their former number, barely clinging to life.

This disunited civilization had reached the brink of destruction. If they didn't seize this final opportunity, they would truly vanish into history.

A little later, the dream hunt led by Triss also ended in great success.

With the help of their "guide," Karuru, the players located the area where the Great Dream Owl, Hooft, had been appearing, then launched a devastating hunt and sweep through the region.

The good news was that the Great Dream Owl, Hooft, hadn't been corrupted by Chaos.

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