Hearing that Lalel was willing to talk, Deren immediately beamed with delight, though he quietly signaled the two female dragons to stay alert. The hidden hand behind this was about to appear.
"Good, good. Hurry and tell us the reason behind all this. If you explain it well, I can naturally claim credit from the Goddess on your behalf. There will certainly be something in it for you in the future." Deren knew that the other man would not live much longer anyway, so he was not afraid of making promises he could not keep.
"All of this—" Lalel began smugly, ready to reveal every secret.
Then, at that very moment, a whirlwind swept across the ground, and a burst of light blinded everyone. Except the dragons, of course.
No one present was ordinary, and each had their own means of restoring their vision.
"Ah!" Lalel screamed.
A massive ghost wolf was pouncing on him, tearing into him with its fangs.
Lalel let out one last wail. "It's you, it's you!"
Then Head Wolf Lalel's neck was bitten more than halfway through. Other than his twitching limbs, he made no further sound.
Berisha was undoubtedly the most emotional one there. As she looked at the enormous ghost wolf, a familiar feeling surged in her heart. When the ghost wolf's glow faded, the translucent figure of an Elf appeared in the clearing.
"Avril, my love, is this real? How is this possible?" Berisha had actually seen the ghost of her ancient lover.
Avril's ghost said tenderly, "Long ago, I swore to you that even death could not separate us."
"So you had long since pledged yourself to Godrin and joined Lalel in staging this act?" Deren spoke up, interrupting the reunion of the ill-fated lovers.
Berisha vaguely sensed that something was